“And oft, whole nights, beside the moat,
“I listen’d to the dying note—
“’Till matin’s bell was ringing.
“And when she died! Poor Lady dear!
“A sack of gold, she gave,
“That masses every Christmas day
“Twelve bare-foot Monks should sing, or say,
“Slow moving round her Grave.
“That, at the Holy Virgin’s shrine
“Three Lamps should burn for ever—