In the Garden at Swainston

Nightingales warbled without,

&emsp; Within was weeping for thee:

Shadows of three dead men

&emsp; Walk'd in the walks with me,

&emsp; Shadows of three dead men and

&emsp;&emsp; thou wast one of the three.

Nightingales sang in his woods:

&emsp; The Master was far away:

Nightingales warbled and sang

&emsp; Of a passion that lasts but a day;

&emsp; Still in the house in his coffin the

&emsp;&emsp; Prince of courtesy lay.

Two dead men have I known

&emsp; In courtesy like to thee:

Two dead men have I loved

&emsp; With a love that ever will be:

&emsp; Three dead men have I loved, and

&emsp;&emsp; thou art last of the three.