In yon once gay garden, the hemlock and thistle 



Have chok'd up the Rose, which late bloom 'd in the way. 



BYRON. 



And all day long a bird sings there, 



And a stray sheep drinks at the pond at times ; 

 The place is silent and aware ; 



It has had its scenes, its joys, its crimes, 

 But that is its own affair. 



BROWNING. 



