Opes the huge door;—the hinges creak;

Because the hinges wanted oil.

Thrice, on the threshold of the hall,

She “Thomas!” cried, with many a sob;

And thrice on Bobtail did she call,

Exclaiming, sweetly,—“Bob! Bob! Bob!”

Vain maid! a Gard’ner’s corpse, ’tis said,

In answers can but ill succeed;

And dogs that hear when they are dead,

Are very cunning Dogs indeed!