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Myra's Well: A Tale of All-Hallow-E'en
Myra's Well: A Tale of All-Hallow-E'en
Myra's Well: A Tale of All-Hallow-E'en
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The following is a long-form poem written by George Francis Dawson. It begins with the following verses: "It is the night of all nights of the year / When ghosts and warlocks haunt the troubled earth / And disembodied spirits visit us—Spirits of good and evil from the dead."
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Release dateJul 20, 2022
ISBN8596547098126
Myra's Well: A Tale of All-Hallow-E'en

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    Myra's Well - George Francis Dawson

    George Francis Dawson

    Myra's Well: A Tale of All-Hallow-E'en

    EAN 8596547098126

    DigiCat, 2022

    Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

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    "

    It is the night of all nights of the year,

    When ghosts and warlocks haunt the troubled earth,

    And disembodied spirits visit us—

    Spirits of good and evil from the dead,

    Fresh from the angel hosts and from the damned,

    And from the vast profound betwixt the two;

    Spirits from living bodies, disenthralled

    By blesséd sleep, or yearnings most intense,

    Or by more subtle agencies beyond our ken—

    Bearing portentious messages to those

    Who in full faith the future would behold.

    The clear-cut radiance of a frosty moon

    Lights up, and darkens, all the growth around.

    The great trees stand out black against the stars.

    The wind in gusts bestirs the Autumn leaves,

    Whose late October tints are lost in gloom,

    Or are grown pallid with their shivering;

    Whose fitful rustlings are the only sounds

    Which break the dead cold silence of the night.

    Yet hist! faint eerie tones are sometimes heard—

    Which blanch the cheek and palsy all the limbs—

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