The dead are coming back again, the years are rolled away,
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.
Scollard, Clinton. A Ballad of Hallowmass. (In his Ballads Patriotic and Romantic.)
It happed at the time of Hallowmass, when the dead may walk abroad,
That the wraith of Ralph of the Peaceful Heart went forth from the courts of God.
Seeger, Alan. Broceliande. (In his Poems. 1917.)
Untroubled, untouched by the woes of this world are the moon-marshalled hosts that invade
Broceliande.
Shorter, Dora Sigerson. All Souls' Night. (In Stedman's Victorian Anthology.)
. . . Deelish! Deelish! My woe forever that I could not sever coward flesh from fear.
I called his name and the pale ghost came; but I was afraid to meet my dear.
Sterling, George. A Wine of Wizardry. (In A Wine of Wizardry and Other Poems. 1909.)
And, ere the tomb-thrown mutterings have ceased,
The blue-eyed vampire, sated at her feast,
Smiles bloodily against the leprous moon.
Widdemer, Margaret. The Forgotten Soul. (In her The Factories.)