Cold and damp was the night; thro’ the churchyard they prowled,
As wolves by fierce hunger subdued,
’Gainst the doors they huge gravestones impetuous rolled
Which recoiled at such violence rude.
From the sepulchre’s jaws their old comrade uncased,
(How chilling the tale to relate),
Upreared ’gainst the wall on the table was placed
A corpse, in funereal state.
By a taper’s faint blaze and with Luna’s faint light
That would sometimes emit them a ray,