Rosemary
 

For the sake of some things
    That be now no more
I will strew rushes
    On my chamber-floor,
I will plant bergamot
    At my kitchen-door.

For the sake of dim things
    That were once so plain
I will set a barrel
    Out to catch the rain,
I will hang an iron pot
    On an iron crane.

Many things be dead and gone
    That were brave and gay;
For the sake of these things
    I will learn to say,
"An it please you, gentle sirs,"
    "Alack!" and "Well-a-day!"