Dora Sigerson Shorter

“ Lean laughing by the wall.
“A little sup,” she cried, “for me;
The day is hot and dry.”
“Begone!” I said, “you witch's child,”
She laughed a loud goodbye.
And when the butter in the churn
Will never rise, I see
Beside the door the white witch girl
Has got her eyes on me. ”

“ And keep the man from harm.
She stood with him beside the fire,
And when she saw my knife.
She flung herself upon his breast
And prayed he'd save her life.
“The woman is a witch,” I cried,
“So cast her off from you”;
“She'll be my wife to-day,” he said,
“Be careful what you do!”
“The woman is a witch,” I said ”