Gift #909: When the wind howls and the moon laughs

Yesterday my mom and I attended Music of the Night, an organ concert held at the Gothic Chapel in Crown Hill Cemetery.  We’ve been for many years now and always look forward to this event.  The concert is followed by donuts and cider and then we bundle up for an hour-long tour of the cemetery.  It’s great fun and a wonderful way to celebrate Halloween.  There’s been a few changes over the years and one of the new songs added to the repertoire is “When the Night Wind Howls” by Gilbert and Sullivan.  It’s just perfect for Halloween!

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HEN the night wind howls
In the chimney cowls,
And the bat in the moonlight flies,
And the inky clouds,
Like funeral shrouds,
Sail over the midnight skies–

 
When the footpads quail
At the night-bird’s wail,
And black dogs bay at the moon,
Then is the spectre’s holiday–
Then is the ghost’s high noon!
 
Ha! Ha!
 
Then is the ghost’s high noon!
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As the sob of the breeze
Sweeps over the trees
And the mists lie low on the fen,
From grey tomb-stones
Are gathered the bones
That once were women and men,
 
And away they go,
With a mop and a mow,
To the revel that ends too soon,
For cock crow limits our holiday–
The dead of the night’s high noon!
 
Ha! Ha!
 
The dead of the night’s high noon!
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And then each ghost
With his ladye-toast
To their church yard beds take flight,
With a kiss, perhaps,
On her lantern chaps,
And a grisly grim, “good night!”
 
Till the welcome knell
Of the midnight bell
Rings forth its jolliest tune,
And ushers in our next high holiday–
The dead of the night’s high noon!
 
Ha! Ha!
 
The dead of the night’s high noon!
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During the tour we were blessed with the most perfect Halloween moon!  It was nearly full and orange and you could see the man in the moon so clearly!  Clouds misted over it and softened the edges of the moon and a little bit of cloud provided a mustache for the man in the moon so that he looked just like Edgar Allen Poe!  I thought about his ravens as we walked through the cemetery.  It was the perfect ending to a spooky fun time.

Happy Halloween! Beware the witching hour.

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Blessings to you,

Sarah

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One Response to Gift #909: When the wind howls and the moon laughs

  1. Eliza Waters says:

    Chillingly good fun!

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