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Phanny, v. 3, issue 3, December 1944

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5               P H A N N Y               5
______________________________

              A p p a r i t i o n

Sometimes I feel a need for solitude,
And one dark night when I went for a 
stroll
Deep in a starlit wood, I was imbued
With fear and awe, and shaken to the soul.
I saw a dim, will-o-the-wisp of light,
And in the feeble glow a woman stood:
She made a strange, a weirdly charming sight--
The very spirit of this somber wood.
Such beauty! Then pure horror caught my throat;
I realized the thing that made her weird;
She had the hairy body of a goat!
I screamed, and all at once she disappeared.
I ran to look; the stars shone down, aloof,
Upon the imprint of a cloven hoof.

                -- James Russell Gray


           A u t u m n   F a n t a s y

Oh, Autumn is a witch! Her sorcery
Lights witch's fires across the sober heath;
The leaves burn gold and red on every tree,
And flame in pools of color underneath.
Her pots boil gaily, and steam rises up
Across the mountains in a purple haze;
She drinks the brew, then turns the empty cup
To form the sky that holds our dreamy days.
At night she rides beneath a harvest moon,
Her wind-steeds madly galloping; she sings
Into the fragrant dark a high, sweet tune;
While flocks of wild geese give the moonlight wings.
She is a witch! Small wonder that I fell
Beneath the subtle magic of her spell.

                 -- James Russell Gray

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5 P H A N N Y 5 ______________________________ A p p a r i t i o n Sometimes I feel a need for solitude, And one dark night when I went for a stroll Deep in a starlit wood, I was imbued With fear and awe, and shaken to the soul. I saw a dim, will-o-the-wisp of light, And in the feeble glow a woman stood: She made a strange, a weirdly charming sight-- The very spirit of this somber wood. Such beauty! Then pure horror caught my throat; I realized the thing that made her weird; She had the hairy body of a goat! I screamed, and all at once she disappeared. I ran to look; the stars shone down, aloof, Upon the imprint of a cloven hoof. -- James Russell Gray A u t u m n F a n t a s y Oh, Autumn is a witch! Her sorcery Lights witch's fires across the sober heath; The leaves burn gold and red on every tree, And flame in pools of color underneath. Her pots boil gaily, and steam rises up Across the mountains in a purple haze; She drinks the brew, then turns the empty cup To form the sky that holds our dreamy days. At night she rides beneath a harvest moon, Her wind-steeds madly galloping; she sings Into the fragrant dark a high, sweet tune; While flocks of wild geese give the moonlight wings. She is a witch! Small wonder that I fell Beneath the subtle magic of her spell. -- James Russell Gray