The ghosts of all things past parade, <br />Emerging from the mist and shade <br />That hid them from our gaze, <br />And, full of song and ringing mirth, <br />In one glad moment of rebirth, <br />And again they walk the ways of earth <br />As in the ancient days. <br /> <br />The beacon light shines on the hill, <br />The will-o'-wisps the forests fill <br />With flashes filched from noon; <br />And witches on their broomsticks spry <br />Speed here and yonder in the sky, <br />And lift their strident voices high <br />Unto the Hunter's Moon. <br /> <br />The air resounds with tuneful notes <br />From myriads of straining throats, <br />All hailing Folly Queen; <br />So join the swelling choral throng, <br />Forget your sorrow and your wrong, <br />In one glad hour of joyous song <br />To honor Hallowe'en!<br /><br />John Kendrick Bangs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hallowe-en-5/
