His faithful dog would snarl at his caress,
And wholesome food with racking pains distress.
Oh, witch implacable! how oft thy form
At distance seen caused the scared youth to run.
How oft the thrifty housewife banned thy name
While toiling o’er the slowly turning cream!
How oft thy old red cloak, streaming afar,
Foreboded evil and excited fear!
Fear to the maiden, lest the raging sea
Had whelmed in death her much-loved sailor boy;