A Merrymaking In Question by Thomas Hardy Lyrics

"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.