midnight
`` Lady May , she is dying -- she hears some one whisper , Near where she 's lying , ` Come away , sister ' -- Draw down each silky lid -- draw them down over Eyes whose last light on earth shone on her lover . `` My lost Lady May in yon vault now is sleeping ; Her sisters who go to pray come away weeping ; And while I yet linger here , some one elates me , Whispering into my ear , ` Yonder she waits thee . ' '' And thus they had waited until this last day , But the hour of their meeting was coming apace ; And as he still gazed on that beautiful face , His spirit so weary passed gently away ; And the nurse would unfold those fingers so cold , Which still of that picture retained the hold . There 's the silence of death in Allerley Tower , The taper gone out with its murky smoke , The raven has finished her croak-croak , The cricket is silent at midnight hour ; The last of the Allerley lords lies there , And Allerley goes to a distant heir . In yon tomb where was laid his young Lady May , Lord William sleeps now by the side of her bier ; And the Allerley lords and ladies lie near . But nearest of neighbours they nothing can say : No `` Good morrow , my lord , '' when the day is begun , No `` My lady , good night , '' when the day it is done . 'T was at a time now long past gone , And well gone if ` twill stay , When our good land seemed made alone For lords and ladies gay ; When brown bread was the poor man 's fare , For which he toiled and swet , When men were used as nowt or deer .