The ghosts of all things past parade, br Emerging from the mist and shade br That hid them from our gaze, br And, full of song and ringing mirth, br In one glad moment of rebirth, br And again they walk the ways of earth br As in the ancient days. br br The beacon light shines on the hill, br The will-o'-wisps the forests fill br With flashes filched from noon; br And witches on their broomsticks spry br Speed here and yonder in the sky, br And lift their strident voices high br Unto the Hunter's Moon.