Charles Hubert Hastings Parry - The Witches' Wood - текст песни (слова)

There was a wood, a witches' wood, 
All the trees therein were pale; 
They bore no branches green and good 
But as it were a gray nun's veil. 
They talked and chattered in the wind 
From morning dawn to set of sun, 
Like men and women that have sinned, 
Whose thousand evil tongues are one. 
Their roots were like the hands of men, 
Grown hard and brown with clutching gold, 
Their foliage women's tresses 
When the hair is withered, thin and old. 
There never did a sweet bird sing. 
For happy love about his nest. 
The clustered bats on evil wing 
Each hollow trunk and bough possessed. 
And in the midst a pool there lay 
Of water white, as thou' a scare 
Had frightened off the eye of day 
And kept the Moon reflected there.