Editor’s Note7THE WILLS OF THE WISP A SAPPHIC
- Vix ea nostra voco
- Lunatic Witch-fires! Ghosts of Light and Motion!
- Fearless I see you weave your wanton dances
- Near me, far off me; you, that tempt the traveller
- Onward and onward.
- pg 980Wooing, retreating, till the swamp beneath him
- Groans—and 'tis dark!—This woman's wile—I know it!
- Learnt it from thee, from thy perfidious glances!
- Black-ey'd Rebecca!