Halloween, the Classical Side

Today we con­tin­ue in a Hal­lowe’en vein with Hal­lowe’en: The Clas­si­cal Side.

Hal­lowe’en in a Sub­urb

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 blows through 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 pow­er
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 penned,
For the hounds of Time to rend.

Howard Phillips Love­craft 

Radio Riel pro­duces this pro­gram in con­junc­tion with the Alexan­dri­an Free Library Con­sor­tium of Sec­ond Life. You can lis­ten to the pro­gram now at http://loudcity.com/stations/radio-riel. Today’s music orig­i­nates from the music library of Gabrielle Riel.

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