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Tuesday, 29 June 2010

The Graveyard Rabbit


In the white moonlight, where the willow waves,
He halfway gallops among the graves—
A tiny ghost in the gloom and gleam,
Content to dwell where the dead men dream,
But wary still: For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm (May God defend us!) to shield from harm!
Over the shimmering slabs he goes—
Every grave in the dark he knows;
But his nest is hidden from human eye,
Where headstones broken on old graves lie.
Wary still! For they plot him ill:

For the graveyard rabbit, though skeptics scoff,
Charmeth the witch and the wizard off!
The black man creeps, when the night is dim,
Fearful, still, on the track of him;
Or fleety follows the way he runs,
For he heals the hurts of the conjured ones.
Wary still! For they plot him ill;

The soul’s bewitched that would find release,
To the graveyard rabbit go for peace!
He holds their secret—he brings a boon,
Where winds moan wild in the dark o’ the moon;
And gold shall glitter and love smile sweet,
To whoever shall sever his furry feet!
Wary still! For they plot him ill:

For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm(May God defend us!) to shield from harm.


   by Frank Lebby Stanton





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