Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE YOUTH BEWITCHED, by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER Poet's Biography First Line: My fair-haired boy is sore bewitched Last Line: A mother's heart from fearing. Alternate Author Name(s): Sigerson, Dora; Shorter, Mrs. Clement Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
MY fair-haired boy is sore bewitched, He goes all full of grieving; The web of gloom upon his brow Is sure of fairy weaving. His cheery laugh I never hear, His voice is rough and chiding; Upon his path some evil thing Does watch him from its hiding. Ahone! Ahone! I bid him tell If he has trod unknowing Upon the fairy sleeping grass Or cut the thorn a-growing. He only turns his head away, His words are bitter hearing; But, ah! he cannot silence so A mother's heart from fearing. Last night I made a waxen shape To bring the witch before me, So she could take the sullen lad, And my bright child restore me. Nine pins I thrust within its side To pierce her heart to dying, And laid it on the glowing turf, So listened for her crying. Soon pressed a hand upon the latch, I feared the evil fairy; But when I raised my frightened eyes 'Twas none but Dwyer's Mary. I told her of the boy bewitched, She listened unbelieving; And said she knew to-morrow's eve Would free him of his grieving. She turned her blushing face aside, Her voice was low and cheering; But, ah! she cannot silence so A mother's heart from fearing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER |
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