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