Rosemary by Edna St. Vincent Millay Lyrics

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!"