Claude Houghton: The Phantom Host
I CAUGHT the whispered tread of phantom feet, Like hosts of dead leaves stirred to sudden flight, And leaning forth into the wondering night I saw the dead men marching down the street; Unnumbered,...
View ArticleBliss Carman: The Yule Guest
AND Yanna by the yule log Sat in the empty hall, And watched the goblin firelight Caper upon the wall:The goblins of the hearthstone, Who teach the wind to sing, Who dance the frozen yule away And...
View ArticleSiegfried Sassoon: Goblin Revel
In gold and grey, with fleering looks of sin, I watch them come; by two, by three, by four, Advancing slow, with loutings they begin Their woven measure, widening from the door; While music-men behind...
View ArticleSiegfried Sassoon: Night-Piece
Ye hooded witches, baleful shapes that moan, Quench your fantastic lanterns and be still; For now the moon through heaven sails alone, Shedding her peaceful rays from hill to hill. The faun from out...
View ArticleRichard Le Gallienne: Resurrection
Is it your face I see, your voice I hear? Your face, your voice, again after these years! O is your cheek once more against my cheek? And is this blessed rain, angel, your tears? You have come...
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