In the white moonlight, where the willow waves, <br />He halfway gallops among the graves— <br />A tiny ghost in the gloom and gleam, <br />Content to dwell where the dead men dream, <br /> <br />But wary still! <br />For they plot him ill; <br />For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm <br />(May God defend us!) to shield from harm. <br /> <br />Over the shimmering slabs he goes— <br />Every grave in the dark he knows; <br />But his nest is hidden from human eye <br />Where headstones broken on old graves lie. <br /> <br />Wary still! <br />For they plot him ill; <br />For the graveyard rabbit, though sceptics scoff, <br />Charmeth the witch and the wizard off! <br /> <br />The black man creeps, when the night is dim, <br />Fearful, still, on the track of him; <br />Or fleetly follows the way he runs, <br />For he heals the hurts of the conjured ones. <br /> <br />Wary still! <br />For they plot him ill; <br />The soul’s bewitched that would find release,— <br />To the graveyard rabbit go for peace! <br /> <br />He holds their secret—he brings a boon <br />Where winds moan wild in the dark o’ the moon; <br />And gold shall glitter and love smile sweet <br />To whoever shall sever his furry feet! <br /> <br />Wary still! <br />For they plot him ill; <br />For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm <br />(May God defend us!) to shield from harm.<br /><br />Frank Lebby Stanton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-graveyard-rabbit/
