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The gardens, that the miser had 
Left all untrimmed and hare, 
Were planted, pruned, and decked anew, 
And stored with all things rare. 
But chiefly did the lady love 
One glade within the wood, 
The shady glade, where broad and high, 
The noble Oak tree stood. 
Sad memories, yet sweet ones too, 
lor her that lone spot bore: 
’Twas there she parted from her lord 
To meet on earth no more! 
’Twas there, beneath that tree, he spoke 
His last, last fond farewell! 
From thence she watched him. ride away 
The eve before he fell:— 
No marvel that sad lady loved 
The silent spot so well! 
And there they oft together came, 
The lady and the boy, 
For he to her was all on earth, 
Her one sole living joy. 
And long years after, when she slept 
Her warrior’s tomb beside, 
When the boy had grown an aged man, 
With grandsons by his side:— 
That ancient wood he reverenced; 
And peasants, when they spoke 
