The night wind sprang up suddenly,
like a startled rat,
gathered the curtains
and chased leaves
over the door mat.
“’Tis the devil!”
old Maria Duarte said, and spat,
“’Tis time to blow out the candles,
pray to God
and go to bed.
Ere he,
with the horns on his head,
speaks his evil
and comes looking
for the dead.”
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