Thomas Hardy — A Merrymaking In Question

"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.