Now all our standards in battle have fallen;
The young men so seldom homeward repair;
The great hall is empty and now it seems haunted
By memories of loved ones who once gathered there.
Your father who loves you so often speaks of you;
Your mother lies sleeping where the magnolias bend;
Your brother has gone with a roving sea captain,
While I'm waiting here for some word you might send.
The moonlight is falling through high broken columns -
Old Longtree in ruins -- so silent and proud;
The garden where lately we wandered together
Is all overgrown with new brambles now.