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.