"Bewitched" by Walter De La Mare

I have heard a lady this night,

Lissom and jimp and slim,

Calling me - calling me over the heather,

'Neath the beech boughs dusk and dim.

I have followed a lady this night,

Followed her far and lone,

Fox and adder and weasel know

The ways that we gave gone.

I sit at my supper 'mid honest faces,

And crumble my crust and say

Nought in the long-drawn drawl of the voices

Talking the hours away.

I'll go to my chamber under the gable,

And the moon will lift her light

In at my lattice from over the moorland

Hollow and still and bright.

And I know she will shine on a lady of witchcraft,

Gladness and grief to see,

Who has taken my heart with her nimble fingers,

Calls in my dreams to me;

Who has led me a dance by dell and dingle

My human soul to win,

Made me a changeling to my own, own mother,

A stranger to my kin.