Three Crows on a bough, and seven shadows in a row,
Cast by seven Poplar trees. In a little pool of water iced,
I hear the sounds of fairy bells. A Witch and Witches, one
And nine, flowers floating like singing birds, and precious,
Jewels, a hanging from the trees. But, when I spoke, like
A dream which vanishes in the light, so vanished were,
They, one and all. De La Mare’s Songs of Childhood, 1902
InHabited to be published March of 2017! A very Witchy Tale!