At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapour, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripping, drop by drop, Upon the quiet mountain top, Steal drowsily and musically Into… Read More ›
poetry
“All Souls’ Night, 1917” by Hortense King Flexner
You heap the logs and try to fill The little room with words and cheer, But silent feet are on the hill, Across the window veiled eyes peer. The hosts of lovers, young in death, Go seeking down the world… Read More ›
“The Hag” by Robert Herrick
The Hag is astride, This night for to ride; The Devill and shee together: Through thick, and through thin, Now out, and then in, Though ne’r so foule be the weather. A Thorn or a Burr She takes for a… Read More ›
The Year of Halloween 