They say that men condemned to die
    Have quaffed the sweetened wine
With higher relish than the juice
    Of the untampered vine.

They say that in the witch’s song,
    Though rude and harsh it be,
There blends a wild, mysterious strain
    Of weirdest melody.

And I believe the devil’s voice
    Sinks deeper in our ear
Than any whisper sent from Heaven,
    However sweet and clear.