I dreamed I passed a doorway br    Where, for a sign of death, br White ribbons one was binding br    About a flowery wreath. br br What drew me so I know not, br    But drawing near I said, br "Kind sir, and can you tell me br    Who is it here lies dead?" br br Said he, "Your most beloved br    Died here this very day, br That had known twenty Aprils br    Had she but lived till May." br br Astonished I made answer, br    "Good sir, how say you so! br Here have I no beloved, br    This house I do not know." br br Quoth he, "Who from the world's end br    Was destined unto thee br Here lies, thy true beloved br    Whom thou shalt never see." br br I dreamed I passed a doorway br    Where, for a sign of death, br White ribbons one was binding br    About a flowery wreath.