Wayfleet bell tower, what a shower of shooting stars! And a breeze all of a sudden, jarring the big leaves and making them jerk up and down Dr. Morgan's hat is blown from his head the horse swerves, and curves away from the sign-post. Anoath--spurs--a blurring of grey mist A quick left twist, and the gelding is snorting and racing down the Tilbury road with the wind dropping away behind him The stake has wrenched. the stake has started the body flesh from flesh has parted. But the bones hold tight, socket and ball and clamping them down in the hard, black ground is the stake, wedged through ribs and DIne The bones may twist, and heave, and twine, but the stake holds them still in line. The breeze goes down, and the round stars shine for the stake holds the fleshless bones in lineWayfleet bell tower, what a shower of shooting stars! And a breeze all of a sudden, jarring the big leaves and making them jerk up and down. Dr. Morgan's hat is blown from his head, the horse swerves, and curves away from the sign-post. An oath --spurs -- a blurring of grey mist. A quick left twist, and the gelding is snorting and racing down the Tilbury road with the wind dropping away behind him. The stake has wrenched, the stake has started, the body, flesh from flesh, has parted. But the bones hold tight, socket and ball, and clamping them down in the hard, black ground is the stake, wedged through ribs and spine. The bones may twist, and heave, and twine, but the stake holds them still in line. The breeze goes down, and the round stars shine, for the stake holds the fleshless bones in line