All Hallows Eve...

I Dwell in a lonely house I know 

That vanished many a summer ago, 

And left no trace but the cellar walls, 

And a cellar in which the daylight falls, 

And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow. 

O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield 

The woods come back to the mowing field; 

The orchard tree has grown one copse 

Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; 

The footpath down to the well is healed. 

I dwell with a strangely aching heart 

In that vanished abode there far apart 

On that disused and forgotten road 

That has no dust-bath now for the toad. 

Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart; 

The whippoorwill is coming to shout 

And hush and cluck and flutter about: 

I hear him begin far enough away 

Full many a time to say his say 

Before he arrives to say it out. 

It is under the small, dim, summer star. 

I know not who these mute folk are 

Who share the unlit place with me-- 

Those stones out under the low-limbed tree 

Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar. 

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad, 

Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,-- 

With none among them that ever sings, 

And yet, in view of how many things, 

As sweet companions as might be had.

GhostHouse

-Robert Frost-

Have a Happy and Safe All Hallows Eve!