Mother, mother, do you not hear? <br />Mother, they come; there is news to tell! <br />– Give me your hands, my daughter dear: <br />'Tis but a ship that saileth well. <br /> <br />Mother dear, have a care, give heed! <br />–They go, my daughter, away they speed. <br />Mother, the danger is sore, alas! <br />– Child, my child, it will quickly pass. <br /> <br />Mother, mother, She draweth near! <br />– It is down in the harbour, daughter dear. <br />Mother, mother, She opens the door! <br />– Child, they go, to return no more. <br /> <br />Mother, She enters! I am afraid! <br />– Child, they now have the anchor weighed. <br />Mother, I hear Her speaking low. <br />– Child, my child, it is they that go. <br /> <br />Mother, She makes the stars go dark! <br />– Child, 'tis the sails of a shadowy bark. <br />Mother, She knocks at the casement still! <br />– Child, maybe it is fastened ill. . . . <br /> <br />Mother, mother, my sight grows dim. . . . <br />– Child, they sail for the open sea. <br />On every hand I can hear but Him. . . . <br />– O child, what is it, and who is He?<br /><br />Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-xi/
