Now your lamps are all alight, <br />The sun's in the garden on every side <br />– Now your lamps are all alight; <br />The sun through every chink is bright: <br />Open the doors on the garden wide! <br /> <br />The keys of the doors are lost one and all, <br />We must be patient whate'er befall; <br />The keys they fell from the tower on high. <br />We must be patient whate'er befall, <br />Wait and wait as the days go by. <br /> <br />The days to be will open the doors. <br />The keys are safe in the forest wide. <br />The forest blazes on every side; <br />The light of the dying leafage pours <br />Blazing bright beneath the doors. <br /> <br />The days to be already ail, <br />The days to be they fear and fail, <br />The days to be will never come; <br />For day by day will die as we, <br />Even as we, in this our tomb.<br /><br />Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-xii/
