Her lover went his way, <br />(I heard the gate) <br />Her lover went his way, <br />Yet she was gay. <br /> <br />When he came again, <br />(I heard the lamp) <br />When he came again, <br />Another made the twain. <br /> <br />And the dead I met, <br />(I heard her spirit cry) <br />And the dead I met, <br />She who waits him yet.<br /><br />Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-x-2/
