THE NIGHT OF ALL SAINTS[1]
The Night of All Saints—a night clear and deep and filled with a glory of white moonlight.
And a low sweet Wind came up from the West, and wandered among the tombs, whispering to the Shadows.
And there were flowers among the tombs.
They looked into the face of the moon, and from them a thousand invisible perfumes arose into the night.
And the Wind blew upon the flowers until their soft eyelids began to close and their perfume grew fainter in the moonlight. And the Wind sought in vain to arouse them from the dreamless sleep into which they were sinking.
For the perfume of a flower is but the presence of its invisible soul; and the flowers drooped in the moonlight, and at the twelfth hour they closed their eyes forever and the incense of their lives passed away from them.
Then the Wind mourned awhile among the old white tombs; and whispered to the cypress
- ↑ Item, November 1, 1879. Hearn's own title.
