My lady stood at the window,
And a bird sang by the gate:
‘Get you into the meadows
Before it be too late.’

My lady sat at her mirror,
And a bird sang on the wall:
‘Oh get you into the woodlands
‘Before the evening fall.’

My lady lay in the churchyard,
And a bird sang on the bough:
‘Lie still, lie still, my lady,
‘For summer is over now.’

Ballard,
Mary Stewart