<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love and Black Magic</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the woods, to the woods is the wizard gone;<br>In his grotto the maiden sits alone. <br>She gazes up with a weary smile <br>At the rafter-hanging crocodile, <br>The slowly swinging crocodile. <br>Scorn has she of her master’s gear, <br>Cauldron, alembic, crystal sphere, <br>Phial, philtre—“Fiddlededee <br>For all such trumpery trash!” quo’ she. <br>“A soldier is the lad for me; <br>Hey and hither, my lad! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Oh, here have I ever lain forlorn: <br>My father died ere I was born, <br>Mother was by a wizard wed, <br>And oft I wish I had died instead— <br>Often I wish I were long time dead. <br>But, delving deep in my master’s lore, <br>I have won of magic power such store <br>I can turn a skull—oh, fiddlededee <br>For all this curious craft!” quo’ she.<br>“A soldier is the lad for me; <br>Hey and hither, my lad! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“To bring my brave boy unto my arms, <br>What need have I of magic charms— <br>‘Abracadabra!’ and ‘Prestopuff’?<br>I have but to wish, and that is enough. <br>The charms are vain, one wish is enough. <br>My master pledged my hand to a wizard; <br>Transformed would I be to toad or lizard <br>If e’er he guessed—but fiddlededee<br>For a black-browed sorcerer, now,” quo’ she. <br>“Let Cupid smile and the fiend must flee; <br>Hey and hither, my lad.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507121" data-title="Love and Black Magic de Robert Graves" data-description="To the woods, to the woods is the wizard gone; In his grotto the maiden sits alone. She gazes up with a weary smile At the rafter-hanging crocodile, The slowly swinging crocodile. Scorn has she of her master’s gear, Cauldron, alembic, cryst..."></div> </div> </div>

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