The Ghostly Wind.

The Ghostly Wind.
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De lonesome Win’ he holler w’en de night wuz in de middle:
“Ef you lemme in I’ll show you how I knows ter play de fiddle:
Done had de leaves a-dancin’ fum de very break er day,
But, blowin’ s’ch a lively tune, I danced de stars away!
“En I’m lost-lost-lost Out ir de lonesome night,
En all de hills done hide dey heads In freezin’ sheets er white!”

De lonesome Win’ he holler-de snow aroun’ him flingin’:
“Ef you lemme in I’ll show you how ter set a banjer singin’!
I sho’ will sen’ de witches des a-dancin’ roun’ de moon,
And creak that cabin float you, and wake the sun up soon!

“Oh, I lost-lost-lost,
En I dunno whar ter go,
En all I got ter kiver wid
Is blankets made er snow!”

I never make no answer-kaze dat word er him I doubt: he blowed
Here he come, suh, down de chimbly! en de fire out!
En blowed de kiver off de bed, en let in all de ha’nts,
En befo I knowed dey had me swingin’ corners in de dance!
En I lost-lost-lost!
En he never left fer town
“Twel we danced do shingles off de shed
En all de shutters down!
-Frank L. Stanton.