Amy H. Sturgis (eldritchhobbit) wrote,
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"upon the haunted green fairies dance around their queen"

First, a note: Lois McMaster Bujold's newest fantasy book, The Sharing Knife: Beguilement, comes out on Tuesday. I had the good fortune of receiving an advance reader's copy from Ms. Bujold, and I can say that both this new story, and the new universe in which it is set, are simply wonderful. Now you can see for yourself, because HarperCollins has posted sample chapters here to whet readers' appetites. Enjoy!

dannyboy8406 is also making Halloween-related posts this month, so check out his LJ for more spooky goodness.

Now, on the countdown! According to the Edmonton Journal, the fourth scariest poem is "Lady Button-Eyes" by Eugene Field (1894). (Shades of Neil Gaiman's Coraline, anyone?) Here is the poem:

When the busy day is done,
And my weary little one
Rocketh gently to and fro;
When the night winds softly blow,
And the crickets in the glen
Chirp and chirp and chirp again;
When upon the haunted green
Fairies dance around their queen—
Then from yonder misty skies
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.

Through the murk and mist and gloam
To our quiet, cozy home,
Where to singing, sweet and low,
Rocks a cradle to and fro;
Where the clock’s dull monotone
Telleth of the day that’s done;
Where the moonbeams hover o’er
Playthings sleeping on the floor—
Where my weary wee one lies
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.


Cometh like a fleeting ghost
From some distant eerie coast;
Never footfall can you hear
As that spirit fareth near—
Never whisper, never word
From that shadow-queen is heard.
In ethereal raiment dight,
From the realm of fay and sprite
In the depth of yonder skies
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.

Layeth she her hands upon
My dear weary little one,
And those white hands overspread
Like a veil the curly head,
Seem to fondle and caress
Every little silken tress;
Then she smooths the eyelids down
Over those two eyes of brown—
In such soothing, tender wise
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.

Dearest, feel upon your brow
That caressing magic now;
For the crickets in the glen
Chirp and chirp and chirp again,
While upon the haunted green
Fairies dance around their queen,
And the moonbeams hover o’er
Playthings sleeping on the floor—
Hush, my sweet! from yonder skies
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes!


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