They burned a witch in Bingham Square Last Friday afternoon. The faggot-smoke was blacker than The shadows on the moon; The licking flames were strangely green Like fox-fire on the fen ... And she who cursed the godly folk Will never curse again. They burned a witch in Bingham Square Before the village gate. A huswife raised a skinny hand To damn her, tense with hate. A huckster threw a jagged stone-- Her pallid cheek ran red ... But there was something scornful in The way she held her head.…
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