For certain days the stones where you must lie
Have in the hour before the break of day
Been haunted.
YOUNG MAN
But I was not born at midnight.
STRANGER
Many a man born in the full daylight
Can see them plain, will pass them on the high-road
Or in the crowded market-place of the town,
And never know that they have passed.
YOUNG MAN
My Grandam
Would have it they did penance everywhere
Or lived through their old lives again.
STRANGER
In a dream;
And some for an old scruple must hang spitted
Upon the swaying tops of lofty trees;
Some are consumed in fire, some withered up
By hail and sleet out of the wintry North,
And some but live through their old lives again.