Whilst winds they hissed, and shrieked, and moaned
About the branches bare,
And all around the corpses groaned,
And shook their mould'ring hair;
III.
Ye hagges crowde to ye levee.
As witches gathered one by one,
And knelt at Satan's feet,
With faces some all worn and wan,
And some with features sweet,
IV.
Ye power of Musicke.
The earth did ope and imps upsprang
Of every shape and shade,
Who 'gan to dance as th' welkin rang
With tunes the 'Old Lad' played;
V.
Ye poetrie of motion.
At which the witches clapped their hands,
And laughed and screamed in glee;
Or jumped about in whirling bands,
And hopped in revelry,