A HALLOWE'EN MEMORY
Do you remember, Heart's Desire,
The night when Hallowe'en first came?
The hearth unsanctified by flame?
(How tragic, were the draught not right!)
And filled the room with dancing light.
Nor half believe what we had seen—
Our cider mugs, our Hallowe'en!
We ran outside with sudden shout
Our own dear smoke come drifting out.