Lines (“Although My Old…”)

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.

[Kelsall, 1851]