Out I went into the meadow, Where the moon was shining brightly, And the oak-tree’s lengthening shadows On the sloping sward did lean; For I longed to see the goblins, And the dainty-footed fairies, And the gnomes, who dwell in caverns, But come forth on Halloween. –Arthur Peterson (1851–1932) |
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