Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite All are on their rounds to-night In the wan moon’s silver ray Thrives their helter-skelter play Fond of cellar, barn, or stack True unto the almanac They present to credulous eyes Strange hobgoblin mysteries Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite All are on their rounds to-night In the wan moon’s silver ray Thrives their helter-skelter play Fond of cellar, barn, or stack True unto the almanac They present to credulous eyes Strange hobgoblin mysteries Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite All are on their rounds to-night In the wan moon’s silver ray Thrives their helter-skelter play Fond of cellar, barn, or stack True unto the almanac They present to credulous eyes Strange hobgoblin mysteries Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite All are on their rounds to-night In the wan moon’s silver ray Thrives their helter-skelter play Cabbage-stumps—straws wet with dew— Apple-skins, and chestnuts too And a mirror for some lass Show what wonders come to pass Doors they move, and gates they hide Mischiefs that on moonbeams ride Are their deeds,—and, by their spells Love records its oracles. Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite All are on their rounds to-night In the wan moon’s silver ray Thrives their helter-skelter play Don’t we all, of long ago By the ruddy fireplace glow In the kitchen and the hall Those queer, coof-like pranks recall Eery shadows were they then But to-night they come again Were we once more but sixteen Precious would be Halloween Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite All are on their rounds to-night In the wan moon’s silver ray Thrives their helter-skelter play