“I will get a new string for my fiddle,

   And call to the neighbours to come,

And partners shall dance down the middle

   Until the old pewter-wares hum:

   And we’ll sip the mead, cyder, and rum!”

From the night came the oddest of answers:

   A hollow wind, like a bassoon,

And headstones all ranged up as dancers,

   And cypresses droning a croon,

   And gurgoyles that mouthed to the tune.