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(KING'S-HINTOCK, 182–.)
"No-not where I shall make my own; / But dig his grave just by / The woman's with the initialed stone- / As near as he can lie- / After whose death he seemed to ail, / Though none considered why.
"And when I also claim a nook, / And your feet tread me in, / Bestow me, under my old name, / Among my kith and kin, / That strangers gazing may not dream / I did a husband win."
"Widow, your wish shall be obeyed; / Though, thought I, certainly / You'd lay him where your folk are laid, / And your grave, too, will be, / As custom hath it; you to right, / And on the left hand he."
"Aye, sexton; such the Hintock rule, / And none has said it nay; / But now it haps a native here / Eschews that ancient way. / And it may be, some Christmas night, / When angels walk, they'll say:
"‘O strange interment! Civilized lands / Afford few types thereof; / Here is a man who takes his rest / Beside his very Love, / Beside the one who was his wife / In our sight up above! "