Thomas Hardy - The House of Hospitalities lyrics

Here we broached the Christmas barrel,   Pushed up the charred log-ends; Here we sang the Christmas carol,    And called in friends. Time has tired me since we met here   When the folk now dead were young, Since the viands were outset here    And quaint songs sung. And the worm has bored the viol   That used to lead the tune, Rust eaten out the dial    That struck night's noon. Now no Christmas brings in neighbours,   And the New Year comes unlit; Where we sang the mole now labours,    And spiders knit. Yet at midnight if here walking,   When the moon sheets wall and tree, I see forms of old time talking,    Who smile on me.