The Gallows

A BALLAD OF HALLOWE'EN

by Theodosia Garrison

All night the wild wind on the heath  
Whistled its song of vague alarms;  
All night in some mad dance of death  
The poplars tossed their naked arms.

 

Mignon Isa hath left her bed  
And bared her shoulders to the blast;  
The long procession of the dead  
Stared at her as it passed.

"Oh, there, methinks, my mother smiled,  
And there my father walks forlorn,  
And there the little nameless child  
That was the parish scorn.

"And there my olden comrades move,  
And there my sister smiles apart,  
But nowhere is the fair, false love  
That bent and broke my heart.

"Oh, false in life, oh, false in death,  
Wherever thy mad spirit be,  
Could it not come this night," she saith,  
"And keep tryst with me?"

Mignon Isa has turned alone,  
Bitter the pain and long the years;  
The moonlight on the old gravestone  
Was warmer than her tears.

All night the wild wind on the heath  
Whistled its song of vague alarms;  
All night in some mad dance of death  
The poplars tossed their naked arms.