October Monologue from Festival Plays: One-Act Pieces

From Festival Plays: One-Act Pieces by Marguerite Merington

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Who says my month is dismal, sober? Now that’s a libel on October! The winds come tumbling from the hills, Like boys at play; Like happy girls the mountain rills Dance on their way. The trees wear coats of golden brown; Each breeze that stirs From chestnut boughs is bringing down The ripened burrs. Then, when abroad the spirits flit, Unheard, unseen, A night of revels they permit... All Hallowe’en. For apples in a tub you duck, Or seek to know The spell to bring you love and luck From candle’s glow; Or in a shadowed looking-glass Your future lot You may behold behind you pass, Or you may not! A merry month indeed, not sober. I ought to know, for I’m October!

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