Madison Cawein, The Poems, (1908)
There in the calamus he stands
With frog-webbed feet and bat-winged hands;
His glow-worm garb glints goblin-wise;
And elfishly, and impishly,
Above the gleam of owlet eyes,
A death's-head cap of downy dyes
Nods out at me, and beckons me.
Now in the reeds his face looks white
As witch-down on a witches' night;
Now through the dark, old, haunted mill,
All eerily, all flickeringly
He flits; and with a whippoorwill
Mouth calls, and seems to syllable,
"Come follow me! oh, follow me!"
stream he wend
A slim light at his fingers' ends;
The spotted spawn
, the toad
, sucks slimily;
His easy footstep
s seem to come---
ings of the scum
This side of me; that side of me.
There by the stagnant
pool he stands,
lamp in flickering hands;
The weeds are slimy
to the tread
, and gloatingly,
eyes and pointed
He leans above a face long dead
The face of me! of me! of me!