“When the night wind howls in the chimney cowls,
And the bat in the moonlight flies,
And inky clouds, like funeral shrouds,
Sail over the midnight skies –
When the footpads quail at the night-bird’s wail,
And black dogs bay at the moon,
Then is the spectres’ holiday – then is the Ghosts’ High-Noon!”
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