Where are they now, who were before
When hounds they bred and hawks they bore
And worked these fields, these woods?
They danced with ladies in their leisure
And ate and drank and took their pleasure
In all things as they would.
Where is their laughter, where their song
Where the cloaks, the dresses long?
Where the hawks and hounds?
All their joy is gone away
Gladness changed to misery
All buried in the ground.
(adapted from a Medieval poem)