The Unknown Beloved

I dreamed I passed a doorway Where, for a sign of death, White ribbons one was binding About a flowery wreath. What drew me so I know not, But drawing near I said, "Kind sir, and can you tell me Who is it here lies dead?" Said he, "Your most beloved Died here this very day, That had known twenty Aprils Had she but lived till May." Astonished I made answer, "Good sir, how say you so! Here have I no beloved, This house I do not know." Quoth he, "Who from the world's end Was destined unto thee Here lies, thy true beloved Whom thou shalt never see." I dreamed I passed a doorway Where, for a sign of death, White ribbons one was binding About a flowery wreath.