An inviting mystery of amberwood, Lapsang Souchong tea, salted cream caramel, and spiced teacakes.
The moon is like a scimitar,
A little silver scimitar,
A-drifting down the sky.
And near beside it is a star,
A timid twinkling golden star,
That watches likes an eye.
And thro’ the nursery window-pane
The witches have a fire again,
Just like the ones we make,—
And now I know they’re having tea,
I wish they’d give a cup to me,
With witches’ currant cake.
-- Sara Teasdale (Dusk in Autumn)
Art: Vintage Halloween Greeting Card, c. 1900