It was down in the woodland
down in the woodland on last hallowe'en,
where silence and dar
e 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 breeze, 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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