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!"