Goblin Revel


Siegfried Sassoon

In gold and grey, with fleering looks of sin,

I watch them come; by two, by three, by four,

Advancing slow, with loutings they begin

Their woven measure, widening from the door;

While music-men behind are straddling in

With flutes to brisk their feet across the floor,

And jangled dulcimers, and fiddles thin

That taunt the twirling antic through once more.

They pause, and hushed to whispers, steal away.

With cunning glances; silent go their shoon

On creakless stairs; but far away the dogs

Bark at some lonely farm: and haply they

Have clambered back into the dusky moon

That sinks beyond the marshes loud with frogs.

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