The Gallows

HALLOWE'EN

by J.K. Bangs

Bring forth the raisins and the nuts—
To-night All-Hallows' Spectre struts
    Along the moonlit way.
No time is this for tear or sob,
Or other woes our joys to rob,
But time for Pippin and for Bob,
    And Jack-o'-lantern gay.

Come forth, ye lass and trousered kid,
From prisoned mischief raise the lid,
    And lift it good and high.
Leave grave old Wisdom in the lurch,
Set Folly on a lofty perch,
Nor fear the awesome rod of birch
    When dawn illumes the sky.

'Tis night for revel, set apart
To reillume the darkened heart,
    And rout the hosts of Dole.
'Tis night when Goblin, Elf, and Fay,
Come dancing in their best array
To prank and royster on the way,
    And ease the troubled soul.

The ghosts of all things, past parade,
Emerging from the mist and shade
    That hid them from our gaze,
And full of song and ringing mirth,
In one glad moment of rebirth,
Again they walk the ways of earth,
    As in the ancient days.

The beacon light shines on the hill,
The will-o'-wisps the forests fill
    With flashes filched from noon;
And witches on their broomsticks spry
Speed here and yonder in the sky,
And lift their strident voices high
    Unto the Hunter's moon.

The air resounds with tuneful notes
From myriads of straining throats,
    All hailing Folly Queen;
So join the swelling choral throng,
Forget your sorrow and your wrong,
In one glad hour of joyous song
    To honor Hallowe'en.