The Ride-By-Nights
Circa 1920
Walter de la Mare (1873-1956)
Up on their brooms the Witches stream,
Crooked and black in the crescent's gleam;
One foot high and one foot low,
Bearded, cloaked, and cowled, they go.
'Neath Charlie's Wane they twitter and twit,
And away they swarm 'neath the Dragon's feet.
With a whoop and a flutter they swing and sway,
And surge pell-mell down the Milky Way.
Betwixt the legs of the glittering Chair
They hover and squeak in the empty air.
Then round they swoop past the glimmering Lion
To where Sirius barks behind huge Orion;
Up, then, and over to wheel amain
Under the silver, and home again.
© Walter de la Mare
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Charlie's Wane? Look to the night skies - Germanic the churls' wagon aka the big dipper which to some resembles a cart.
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