Unwelcome visitors

Although my old ear

Hath neither hammer nor drum,

Methinks I can hear

Living skeletons come.

The cloister re-echoes the call,

And it frightens the lizard,

And, like an old hen, the wall

Cries "cluck! cluck! back to my gizzard;

"'Tis warm, though it's stony,

"My chickens so bony."

So come let us hide, each with his bride,

For the wicked are coming who have not yet died.