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.