Orlamonde had seven daughters: <br />When the fairy died <br />The seven maids, the seven daughters, <br />Sought to win outside. <br /> <br />Then they lit their seven lamps; <br />Through all the towers they sought; <br />They opened full four hundred chambers; <br />The day, they found it not. <br /> <br />They came to the echoing caverns deep; <br />Down, tho' the air was cold, <br />They went, and in a stubborn door <br />Found a key of gold. <br /> <br />They see the ocean through the chinks; <br />They fear to die outside; <br />They beat on the unmoving door <br />They dare not open wide.<br /><br />Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-vii-3/
