The Young Witch

by ROBERT GRAVES
THE moon is full,
Forget all faith and me,
Go your own road,
If your own road it be;
Below the girdle women are not wise.
Forget all faith and me,
Go your own road,
If your own road it be;
Below the girdle women are not wise.
Hecatë hounds you on,
You dare not stay,
Nor will she lead you home
Before high day —
Here is the truth, why taunt me with more lies?
You dare not stay,
Nor will she lead you home
Before high day —
Here is the truth, why taunt me with more lies?