Thursday, October 28, 2010
The Graveyard Rabbit
The Graveyard Rabbit
by
Frank Lebby Stanton
In the white moonlight, where the willow waves,
He halfway gallops among the graves—
A tiny ghost in the gloom and gleam,
Content to dwell where the dead men dream,
But wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm
(May God defend us!) to shield from harm.
Over the shimmering slabs he goes—
Every grave in the dark he knows;
But his nest is hidden from human eye
Where headstones broken on old graves lie.
Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit, though sceptics scoff,
Charmeth the witch and the wizard off!
The black man creeps, when the night is dim,
Fearful, still, on the track of him;
Or fleetly follows the way he runs,
For he heals the hurts of the conjured ones.
Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
The soul’s bewitched that would find release,—
To the graveyard rabbit go for peace!
He holds their secret—he brings a boon
Where winds moan wild in the dark o’ the moon;
And gold shall glitter and love smile sweet
To whoever shall sever his furry feet!
Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm
(May God defend us!) to shield from harm.
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5 comments:
a curious, but lovely work, thanks for sharing.
I sent this off to my friend right away. I think it would tickle her fancy too. Hugs and sparkles - WG
Love it! That was fantastic....I just love poetry. :o)
Love this! Perfect for Halloween. Thank you : )
This is wonderful Jeanne! I hadn't realised it but I was really in the mood for a bit of Halloween verse. Thanks, it's a great wee poem!
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