There came one here to say, <br />(O child, I am afraid!) <br />There came one here to say <br />'Twas time to haste away. . . . <br /> <br />A burning lamp I bore, <br />(O child, I am afraid!) <br />A burning lamp I bore, <br />And went upon my way! <br /> <br />At the first door, <br />(O child, I am afraid!) <br />At the first door <br />The flame shook sore. . . . <br /> <br />Then, at the second, <br />(O child, I am afraid!) <br />Then, at the second, <br />The flame spoke and beckoned. . . . <br /> <br />The third door is wide, <br />(O child, but this is fear!) <br />The third door is wide, <br />And the flame has died!<br /><br />Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-vi-4/
