Classic Poem

Lunatic Witch-fires! Ghosts of Light and Motion!
Fearless I see you weave your wanton dances
Near me, far off me; you, that tempt the traveller
Onward and onward.

Wooing, retreating, till the swamp beneath him
Groans--and 'tis dark!--This woman's wile--I know it!
Learnt it from thee, from thy perfidious glances!
Black-ey'd Rebecca!