The Witch
Toil, and grow rich, What's that but to lie With a foul witch And after, drained dry, To be brought To the chamber where Lies one long sought With despair.
W. B. Yeats
Toil, and grow rich, What's that but to lie With a foul witch And after, drained dry, To be brought To the chamber where Lies one long sought With despair.
The eight lines turn the common advice to “toil and grow rich” into something grim and predatory. Getting rich is compared not to honest reward but to sleeping with a foul witch: it seems alluring or necessary, yet it drains you completely and leaves you empty.
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