There were three sisters fain to die! <br />Her crown of gold each putteth on, <br />And forth to seek their death they're gone. <br /> <br />They wandered to the forest forth: <br />'Give us our death, O forest old, <br />For here are our three crowns of gold.' <br /> <br />The forest broke into a smile, <br />And kisses gave to each twice twain, <br />That showed them all the future plain. <br /> <br />There were three sisters fain to die: <br />They wandered forth to seek the sea: <br />They found it after summers three. <br /> <br />'Give us our death, thou ocean old, <br />For here are our three crowns of gold.' <br /> <br />Then the ocean began to weep: <br />Three hundred kisses it gave the three, <br />And all the past was plain to see. <br /> <br />There were three sisters fain to die: <br />To find the city they sought awhile; <br />They found it midmost of an isle. <br /> <br />'Give us our death, thou city old, <br />For here are our three crowns of gold.' <br /> <br />The city opened then and there, <br />And covered them with kisses dear <br />That showed them all the present clear.<br /><br />Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-xiv/
