Thursday, December 15, 2011

In the Garden at Swainston

Nightingales warbled without,
...Within was weeping for thee:
Shadows of three dead men
...Walk'd in the walks with me:
...Shadows of three dead men, and thou wast one of the three.

Nightingales sang in the woods:
...The Master was far away:
Nightingales warbled and sang
...Of a passion that lasts but a day;
...Still in the house in his coffin the Prince of courtesy lay.

Two dead men have I known
In courtesy like to thee:
Two dead men have I loved
...With a love that ever will be:
...Three dead men have I loved, and thou art last of the three.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson