Forget the hearth,
Forget the roof,
Set the wheel aside:
Warp and woof.
Steal out to us this Samhain-tide.
Steal out to us, our tossing hair
Sets sun and moon and stars aflare.
The racing winds are hounds beside
The cloud-maned horses that we ride.
Come ride with us, have heart to dare
The plunging steed; the steeps of air;
The swirling, high, tumultuous flight,
The Faery hooves -- this Samhain Night!
- Ella Young -