Thro' the moated grange at twilight, 
  My love and I we went,
By empty rooms and lonely stairs, 
  In lover's sweet content,
And round the old and broken casement, 
  We watched the roses flow'r,
But the place we lov'd the best of all, 
  Was call'd "My Lady's Bow'r."

And with beating hearts we enter'd 
  And stood and whisper'd low,
Of the sweet and lovely lady
 Who liv'd there years ago!
And the moon shone in upon us
  Across the dusty floor,
Where her little feet had wandered
  In the courtly days of yore;

And it touch'd the faded arras 
  And a gain we seem'd to see
The lovely lady sitting there, 
  Her lover at her knee,
And we saw him kiss her fair white hand 
  And Oh! we heard him say:
"I shall love thee love for ever, 
  Tho' the years may pass away!"

But then they vanish'd in a moment, 
  And we knew 'twas but a dream!
It was not they who sat there
  In the sliver moonlight gleam!
Ah! no, 'twas we, we two together 
  Who had found our golden hour,
And told the old, old story
  Within "My Lady's Bow'r."