Floating through our leafy glades,
Here the “Amen” from the cloisters
Died among our mulberry shades.
Hither came the joy of bridals,
Clash and laughter of the bells;
Hither came the muffled sorrow,
And the sob, of last farewells.
Sombre chestnuts held their torches
White, in deep funereal gloom,
O’er the sunken, mould’ring headstones,