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Staff from Falvey Celebrate Halloween in 2019

To get you in the Halloween mood, we have a photo of the Falvey staff cavorting in their costumes from Halloween 2019, inside Special Collections, where a newly acquired H.P. Lovecraft journal was exhibited. Below, find an excerpted poem from Lovecraft himself, about the spookiest of nights!

Hallowe’en in a Suburb
By H. P. Lovecraft

The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
And the harpies of upper air,
That flutter and laugh and stare.

For the village dead to the moon outspread
Never shone in the sunset’s gleam,
But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep
Where the rivers of madness stream
Down the gulfs to a pit of dream.

A chill wind weaves thro’ the rows of sheaves
In the meadows that shimmer pale,
And comes to twine where the headstones shine
And the ghouls of the churchyard wail
For harvests that fly and fail.

Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change
That tore from the past its own
Can quicken this hour, when a spectral pow’r
Spreads sleep o’er the cosmic throne
And looses the vast unknown.

 


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Last Modified: October 30, 2020