'Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and Hell itself breathes out contagion to this world.
Sweet letters of the angel tongue, I've loved ye long and well, And never have failed in your fragrance sweet To find some secret spell, , A charm that has bound me with witching power, For mine is the old belief, That midst your sweets and midst your bloom, There's a soul in every leaf!
The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witching of the soft blue sky!william wordsworth
He ceased; but still their trembling ears retained The deep vibrations of his witching song.james thomson
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