Witch Margaret from Indulgences by Ménage à Moi Comedy

Witch Margaret
Adapted from the Poem by Riccardo Stephens
Published in: “Lyra Celtica: An Anthology of Representative Celtic Poetry” (1896)


Who hath not met Witch Margaret?
Red gold her rippling hair,
Eyes like sweet summer seas are set
Beneath her brow so fair.
And cream and damask rose have met
Her lip and cheek to share.

Come up! and you shall see her yet,
Before she groweth still;
Before her cloak of flame and smoke
The winter air shall fill;
For they must burn Witch Margaret
Upon the Castle Hill.

The silent sky was cold and grey,
The earth was cold and white,
They brought her out that snowy day
To burn her in our sight.
The snow that fell and fell all day
Would cover her ere night.

They drove the boot on Margaret
And crushed her dainty feet;
The hissing searing-irons set
To kiss her lips so sweet:
She hath not asked for mercy yet,
Nor mercy shall she meet.

Upon her body, all in black,
Fell down her red-gold hair;
All bruised and bleeding from the rack
Her writhen arms hung bare.
Red blood dripped all along her track,
Blood seemed in the air.

While they told of her deeds of shame,
She, resting in the snow,
Stretched out weak hands toward the flame,
Watched the sparks upward go,
Till on the pale pinched face there came
Some of the red fire's glow.

Oh, is it blood that blinds mine eyes,
Or is it driving snow?
And are these but the wild wind's cries
That drive me to and fro?
That beat about mine ears and rise
Wherever I may go?

It's red and black on Castle Hill!
The people go to pray,
A little wind sighs on, until
The ashes float away;
And then God's earth is very still,
For this is Christmas Day

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