Alee is where the witches
Anoint themselves with myrrh,
Warm aloes are they smoothing
On pale limbs supple, soothing,
They gem their throats with riches,
Wan opals they prefer.
Alee is where the witches
Anoint themselves with myrrh.
Their suitors in the valleys
Grown brown with autumn’s cold,
They wait in anxious leisure,
For each their witch a treasure,
The scent of aloes rallies
Their hearts like finest gold.
Their suitors in the valleys
Grown brown with autumn’s cold.
Then prancing down the hillside,
Fay girls all in a row,
In moonlight they are gleaming,
The early stars seem dreaming,
The air is on the chill side,
Pale witches white as snow.
Then prancing down the hillside,
Fay girls all in a row.
These girls all laughing gaily,
In gowns of purest silk
Their suitors are all beaming,
Girls have no need of scheming,
Their beauty that shines palely
Is pure as whitest milk.
These girls all laughing gaily,
In gowns of purest silk.
Their kisses like to arrows
That make their suitors swoon,
Embraces so enthralling,
Sad suitors sinking, falling,
All helpless as frail sparrows
Below the titan moon.
Their kisses like to arrows
That make their suitors swoon.
Alee is where the witches
Anoint themselves with myrrh,
Warm aloes are they smoothing
On pale limbs supple, soothing,
They gem their throats with riches,
Wan opals they prefer.
Alee is where the witches
Anoint themselves with myrrh.
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Submission Name: Pale Girls
