There was an 'Old Man' with a beard, who said, 'It is just as I feared ! -' Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren, Have all built their nests in my bread...

I have mislaid the key.
I sniff the spray
And think of nothing;
I see and I hear nothing;
Yet seem, too, to be listening,
Lying in wait for what I should.
Yet never can, remember;
No garden appears, no path,
No hoar-green bush, no nothing,
Of Lad's-love, or Old Man,
No child beside,
Neither father nor mother,
Nor any playmate;
Only an avenue, dark, nameless,
without end...