Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)
Halloween
It was down in the woodland on last Hallowe'en, Where silence and darkness had built them a lair, That I felt the dim presence of her, the unseen, And heard her still step on the ghost-haunted air. It was last Hallowe'en in the glimmer and swoon Of mist and of moonlight that thickened and thinned, That I saw the gray gleam of her eyes in the moon, And hair, like a raven, blown wild in the wind. It was last Hallowe'en where starlight and dew Made mystical marriage on flower and leaf, That she led me with looks of a love that I knew, And lured with the voice of a heart-buried grief. It was last Hallowe'en in the forest of dreams, Where trees are eidolons and shadows have eyes, That I saw her pale face like the foam of far streams, And heard, like the leaf-lisp, her tears and her sighs. It was last Hallowe'en, the haunted, the dread, In the wind-tattered wood by the storm-twisted pine, That I, who am living, kept tryst with the dead, And clasped her a moment and dreamed she was mine.
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