The three blind sisters, <br />(Hope is not cold) <br />The three blind sisters <br />Light their lamps of gold. <br /> <br />Up the tower go they, <br />(They and you and we) <br />Up the tower go they <br />To wait the seventh day. <br /> <br />Ah, saith one, turning, <br />(Still let us hope) <br />Ah, saith one, turning, <br />I hear our lamps burning…. <br /> <br />Ah, the second saith, <br />(They and you and we) <br />Ah, the second saith, <br />'Tis the king's tread. <br /> <br />Nay, the holiest saith, <br />(Still let us hope) <br />Nay, the holiest saith, <br />But our light is dead.<br /><br />Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-v-5/
