ROSEMARY

For the sake of some things

That be now no more

I will strew rushes

On my chamber-floor,

I will plant bergamot

At my kitchen-door.

For the sake of dim things

That were once so plain

I will set a barrel

Out to catch the rain,

I will hang an iron pot

On an iron crane.

Many things be dead and gone

That were brave and gay;

For the sake of these things

I will learn to say,

“An it please you, gentle sirs,”

“Alack!” and “Well-a-day!”