A Poem a Day Series – Day 17

[image error] Halloween Madison Julius Cawein 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 hush-haunted air. It was last Hallowe’en in the glimmer and swoon    Of mist and of moonlight, where once we had sinned, That I saw the gray gleam of her eyes in the moon,    And hair, like a raven, blown wild on the wind. It was last Hallowe’en where starlight...