Classic Poem

Now in these days, upon the neighboring shore,
There lived a man of whom strange things were told;
A wizzard, at the least, if nothing more,
Who could the darkest mystery unfold,
And for whose soul the de'il a writ did hold;
For thus did gossips of the day declare:—
He for the subtle art the same had sold;
And when he died, the Regent of the Air
Would come to claim his own, and take him, ‘hide and hair.’