Moments of Vision

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.