WALPURGIS NIGHT.
Reading edition
Three travelers making haste, And whisp'ring of some errand of their own, With arms enlinked and garments backward blown, Across a twilight waste. Three gibbets dumb and tall, Against the east, with scrawny arms, outlined; Far off a lonely tower, left behind, With silver cross and ball. And distant, round and dim, Behind the waste, behind the gibbets high, The witches' moon, with filmy bloodshot eye, Peering above the rim! W. W. Young.