The Egg-shell

THE WIND took off with the sunset—
The fog came up with the tide,
When the Witch of the North took an Egg-shell
With a little Blue Devil inside.
“Sink,? she said, “or swim,? she said,
“It’s all you will get from me.
And that is the finish of him!? she said,
And the Egg-shell went to sea.

The wind fell dead with the midnight—
The fog shut down like a sheet,
When the Witch of the North heard the Egg-shell
Feeling by hand for a fleet.
“Get!? she said, “or you’re gone,? she said,
But the little Blue Devil said “No!?
“The sights are just coming on,? he said,
And he let the Whitehead go.

The wind got up with the morning—
The fog blew off with the rain,
When the Witch of the North saw the Egg-shell
And the little Blue Devil again.
“Did you swim?? she said. “Did you sink?? she said,
And the little Blue Devil replied:
“For myself I swam, but I think,? he said,
“There’s somebody sinking outside.?