In a garden sweet went walking
Two lovers hand in hand;
Two pallid figures, low talking,
They sat in the flowery land.
They kissed on the cheek one another,
And they kissed upon the mouth;
They held in their arms each the other,
And back came their health and youth.
Two little bells rang shrilly–
And the lovely dream was dead!
She lay in the cloister chilly;
He afar on his dungeon-bed.