Monday, October 31, 2016
Halloween by Arthur Peterson
Out I went into the meadow,
Where the moon was shining brightly,
And the oak-tree’s lengthening shadows
the sloping sward did lean;
For I longed to see the goblins,
And the dainty-footed fairies,
And the gnomes, who dwell in caverns,
But come forth on Halloween.
All the spirits, good and evil,
Fay and pixie, witch and wizard,
On this night will sure be stirring.