The Witch Of York
by admin on Oct.07, 2013, under Syndicated from the Web
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Up o’er the hill and broken wall
There stole a weird form, bent but tall;
And softly through our unlatched door
She crept unbidden, and before
The hearth-fire crouching, gazed upon us all.
George Houghton
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