Hallowe'en in a Suburb - H. P. Lovecraft (English)

Halloween in a suburb is probably one of the least known poems by H.P.Lovecraft. It portrays a Halloween night in Providence, the author's hometown, who walks the streets under the moonlight, where dark visions of vampires, ghouls, harpies and other creepy creatures that live in the shadows seem to emerge. Here you can find the poem: The steeples are white in the wild moonlight, And the trees have a silver glare; Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly, And the harpies of upper air, That flutter and laugh and stare. For the village dead to the moon outspread Never shone in the sunset’s gleam, But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep Where the rivers of madness stream Down the gulfs to a pit of dream. A chill wind weaves thro’ the rows of sheaves In the meadows that shimmer pale, And comes to twine where the headstones shine And the ghouls of the churchyard wail For harvests that fly and fail. Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change That tore from the past its own Can quicken this hour, when a spectral pow’r Spreads sleep o’er the cosmic throne And looses the vast unknown. So here again stretch the vale and plain That moons long-forgotten saw, And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray, Sprung out of the tomb’s black maw To shake all the world with awe. And all that the morn shall greet forlorn, The ugliness and the pest Of rows where thick rise the stones and brick, Shall some day be with the rest, And brood with the shades unblest. Then wild in the dark let the lemurs bark, And the leprous spires ascend; For new and old alike in the fold Of horror and death are penn’d, For the hounds of Time to rend. Support me on patreon if you like: https://www.patreon.com/srpolaris