When the night wind howls in the chimney cowls, and
the bat in the moonlight flies,
And inky clouds, like funeral shrouds, sail over the
midnight skies -
When the footpads quail at the night-bird's wail, and
black dogs bay the moon,
Then is the spectres' holiday - then is the ghosts' high-
noon!
As the sob of the breeze sweeps over the trees, and the
mist lie low on the fen,
From grey tombstones 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 cockcrow limits our holiday - the dead of the
night's high-noon!
And then each ghost with his ladye-toast to their
churchyard 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 our next high holiday - the dead of the
night's high-noon!
Works Referenced
Gilbert, William and Arthur Sullivan. "Ruddigore; or, The Witch's Curse." The Complete Plays of Gilbert and Sullivan. New York: W.W. Norton and Company, 1976. 349-398.
Huckvale, David. Touchstones of Gothic Horror: A Film Genealogy of Eleven Motifs and Images. Jefferson, NC: McFarland and Company, 2010.
Traubner, Richard. Operetta: A Theatrical History. New York: Routledge, 2003.
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