Witch-Fire

By George Sterling

Said the faun to the will-o'-the-wisp:
    "You are fugitive, far!"
Said the will-o'-the-wisp to the faun:
    "But more near than the star."

Said the faun to the will-o'-the-wisp:
    "You are white, you are cold!"
Said the will-o'-the-wisp to the faun:
    "I am fire to the bold."

Said the faun to the will-o'-the-wisp:
    "You are fey, you are fair!"
Said the will-o'-the-wisp to the faun:
    "If I be, have a care!"

It was far on the marsh that she fled;
    It was far from the dawn.
Now the winds of the morning have found
    Not her light nor the faun.

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