The Vampire A lily in a twilight place? A moonflow’r in the lonely night?— Strange beauty of a woman’s face Of wildflow’r-white! The rain that hangs a star’s green ray Slim on a leaf-point’s restlessness, Is not so glimmering green… Read More ›
autumn
“Incantation” by George Parsons Lathrop
When the leaves, by thousands thinned, A thousand times have whirled in the wind, And the moon, with hollow cheek Staring from her hollow height, Consolation seems to seek From the dim, reechoing night; And the fog-streaks dead and white… Read More ›
The Year of Halloween 