Glimmering lights..

November..now is the time of early dusk..glimmering lights and mysterieus nights..Story goes..there's something spooky wandering the Hilltop grounds..tell me do you believe in ghosts..?

The Will-o'-the-Wisp is out on the marsh,
And all alone he goes;
There's not a sight of his glimmering light
From break of day to close;
But all night long, from dusk till dawn,
He drifts where the night wind blows.

Annie Campbell Huestis



Art-Arthur Hughes.