Willowwitch Willowwitch weaves her streaming hair White hands fashion a willow snare A secret smile on her cold, cold lips Green ropes flow from her fingertips Leafy ribbons of green and gold Fall to flow on the river cold Leafy garlands of gold and green Fall to flow on the willow stream In a tangle of leaves the maiden drifts Upstream or down as the eddy shifts With willowy snarls her limbs are bound Fair floats the hair of the maiden drowned. Willowwitch weaves her leaves afresh With elfin craft her willow mesh Her new snare floats near the treacherous…