The red half-moon is dipping to the west,
And the cold fog invades the sleeping land. 
Lo! how the grinning skulls in the level light
Litter the place!  Methinks that every skull
Is a most lifelike portrait of my Sen,
Drawn by the hand of Death; each fleshless pate,
Cursed with a ghastly grin to eyes unrubbed
With love’s magnetic ointment, seems to mine
To smile an amiable smile like his
Whose amiable smile I—­I alone
Am able to distinguish from his leer! 
See how the gathering coyotes flit
Through the lit spaces, or with burning eyes
Star the black shadows with a steadfast gaze! 
About my feet the poddy toads at play,
Bulbously comfortable, try to hop,
And tumble clumsily with all their warts;
While pranking lizards, sliding up and down
My limbs, as they were public roads, impart
A singularly interesting chill. 
The circumstance and passion of the time,
The cast and manner of the place—­the spirit
Of this confederate environment,
Command the rights we come to celebrate
Obedient to the Inspired Hag—­
The seventh daughter of the seventh daughter,
Who rules all destinies from Minna street,
A dollar a destiny.  Here at this grave,
Which for my purposes thou, Jack of Spades—­
               (To Grimghast)
Corrupter than the thing that reeks below—­
Hast opened secretly, we’ll work the charm. 
Now what’s the hour?
                 (Distant clock strikes thirteen.)
                 Enough—­hale forth the stiff!

(Grimghast by means of a boat-hook stands the coffin on end in the excavation; the lid crumbles, exposing the remains of a man.)

Ha!  Master Mouldybones, how fare you, sir?

THE BODY: 

Poorly, I thank your ladyship; I miss
Some certain fingers and an ear or two. 
There’s something, too, gone wrong with my inside,
And my periphery’s not what it was. 
How can we serve each other, you and I?

NELLIBRAC: 

O what a personable man!

(Blushes bashfully, drops her eyes and twists the corner of her apron.)

SARALTHIA: 

Yes, dear,
A very proper and alluring male,
And quite superior to Lubin Rroyd,
Who has, however, this distinct advantage—­
He is alive.

GRIMGHAST: 

Missus, these yer remains
Was the boss singer back in ’72,
And used to allers git invites to go
Down to Swellmont and sing at every feed. 
In t’other Villiam’s time, that was, afore
The gent that you’ve hooked onto bought the place.

THE BODY (singing):

Down among the sainted dead
  Many years I lay;
Beetles occupied my head,
  Moles explored my clay.

There we feasted day and night—­
  I and bug and beast;
They provided appetite
  And I supplied the feast.

The raven is a dicky-bird,