Hand locked in hand, two lovers
Strayed through a garden fair;
Two wan and ghostly figures
Sat in the gay parterre.

On the cheeks they kissed each other,
Their lips met fondly too;
They clasped each other closely—
Robust and young they grew!

Two bells were tolling clearly—
At once the dream was gone!
She lay in the convent-cloisters,
He—'neath the churchyard-stone.