halloween poetry

here falls no light
tell me less or tell me more
up from the meadows rich with corn
the mountains they are silent folk
in all things not spoken of
in their ragged regimentals
over the river they beckon to me
i love the old melodious lays
as a white candle
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
the shadows of the ships
in halls of sleep you wandered by