Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Monk's Walk lyrics

In this sombre garden close What has come and pa**ed, who knows? What red pa**ion, what white pain Haunted this dim walk in vain? Underneath the ivied wall, Where the silent shadows fall, Lies the pathway chill and damp Where the world-quit dreamers tramp. Just across, where sunlight burns, Smiling at the mourning ferns, Stand the roses, side by side, Nodding in their useless pride. Ferns and roses, who shall say What you witness day by day? Covert smile or dropping eye, As the monks go pacing by. Has the novice come to-day Here beneath the wall to pray? Has the young monk, lately chidden, Sung his lyric, sweet, forbidden? Tell me, roses, did you note That pale father's throbbing throat? Did you hear him murmur, 'Love!' As he kissed a faded glove? Mourning ferns, pray tell me why Shook you with that pa**ing sigh? Is it that you chanced to spy Something in the Abbot's eye? Here no dream, nor thought of sin, Where no worlding enters in; Here no longing, no desire, Heat nor flame of earthly fire. Branches waving green above, Whisper naught of life nor love; Softened winds that seem a breath, Perfumed, bring no fear of d**h. Is it living thus to live? Has life nothing more to give? Ah, no more of smile or sigh-- Life, the world, and love, good-bye. Gray, and pa**ionless, and dim, Echoing of the solemn hymn, Lies the walk, 'twixt fern and rose, Here within the garden close.