At men's request I raised up Samuel's ghost
That wore white veils across its sunken head
And mouth: "Saul and his sons will soon be dead!"
Men scorned my charity. Not needed more,
I was a witch again good men abhor
And suffer not to live--though oddly men
Who have such powers are most godly men.
And recognized no languages where few
In "piety" no doubt attempting to
Monopolize all profits for themselves.
I accept no words for me except my own.
The current contents of "The Apology Box" can be found here.