She Bewitched Me In My Childhood, And The Witch'S Charm Is Hidden - Far Beyond The Wicked Wildwood I Shall Find It, I Am Bidden. She Commands Me, She Who Bound Me With Soft Sorcery To Follow; In A Golden Snare Who Wound Me To Her Bosom'S Snowy Hollow.... Comes A Night-Dark Stallion Sired Of The Wind; A Mare His Mother Whom Thessalian Madness Fired, And The Hurricane His Brother. Then My Soul Delays No Longer: Though The Night Around Is Scowling, Keenly Mount Him Blacker, Stronger Than The Tempest That Is Howling. At Our Ears Wild Shadows Whistle; Brazen Forks The Lightning O'Er Us Flames; And Huge The Thunder'S Missile Bursts Behind Us, Drags Before Us. Over Fire-Scorched Fields Of Stubble; Iron Forests Dark With Wonder; Evil Marshes Black With Trouble; Nightmare Torrents Thundering Under: In The Thorn That Past Us Races, Harelipped Hags Like Crows Are Rocking; Stunted Oaks Have Dwarf-Like Faces Gnarled That Leer An Impish Mocking: Rocks, In Which The Storm Is Hooting, Thrust A Humpbacked Murder Over; Bristling Heaths, Dead Thistles Shooting, Raven-Haunted Gibbets Cover: Each And All Are Passed, Like Water Under-Rolled Into A Cavern, Till We See The Devil'S Daughter Waiting At The Devil'S Tavern. And We Stay; I Drain The Beaker In Her Hand; The Draught Is Fire; World-Remembrances Grow Weaker, And My Spirit, One Desire. Course It! Course It! Darkness Passes Like An Uprolled Banner Tattered; Walled Before Us Mountain Masses Rise Like Centuries Unscattered. And The Storm Flies Ragged. Slowly Comes A Moon Of Copper-Color, And The Evil Night Grows Holy, Mists The Wild Ride Growing Duller. In The Round Moon'S Angry Scanning, Demon-Swift Cross Spider Arches Of The Web-Thick Bridges Spanning Chasms Of Her Kingdom'S Marches. We Have Reached Her Kingdom, Olden As The Sea That Sighs Its Sadness; Rocks And Trees And Sands Are Golden, And The Air A Golden Gladness. Shapely Ingots Are The Flowers, And The Waters, Amber Brightness; Gold-Bright, Song-Birds In The Bowers Sing With Eyes Of Diamond Whiteness. And She Meets Me With A Chalice Like The Giamschid Ruby Burning, And I Drain It Without Malice, To Her Towers Of Topaz Turning. Many Hundred Years Forgetting All That's Earth: Within Her Power I Possess Her: Naught Regretting Since Each Year Is As An Hour.