She came to rest before the door (Hardly yet was the sun on the sea), She came to rest before the door; They heard the queen as she paced the floor, And the king that asked her what would she. "What do you seek, O where do you go? (Have a care, it is hard to see), What do you seek, O where do you go? Doth one await you there below?" But never a word, a word spake she. Down she went to the one unknown (Have a care, it is hard to see), Down she went to the one unknown, And round the queen her arms were thrown; Never a word did either say; Without a word they went their way. The king wept on the threshold sore (Have a care, it is hard to see), The king wept by the open door; They heard the footsteps of the queen, And the fall of the leaves where she had been. X Her lover went his way (I heard the gate), Her lover went his way; Yet she was gay. When he came again (I heard the lamp), When he came again Another made the twain. And the dead I met (I heard her spirit cry), And the dead I met: She who waits him yet. XI Mother, mother, do you not hear? Mother, they come; there is news to tell! --Give me your hands, my daughter dear: Tis a tall ship that saileth well. Mother dear, have a care, give heed! --They go, my daughter, away they speed. Mother, the danger is sore, alas! --Child, my child, it will quickly pass. Mother, mother, She draweth near! --It is down in the harbour, daughter dear. Mother, mother, She opens the door! --Child, they go, to return no more. Mother, She enters! I am afraid! --Child, they now have the anchor weighed. Mother, I hear Her speaking low. --Child, my child, it is they that go. Mother, She makes the stars go dark! --Child,'tis the sails of a shadowy bark. Mother, She knocks at the casements still! --Child, it may be they are fastened ill.... Mother, mother, my sight grows dim.... --Child, they sail for the open sea. On every hand I can see but Him.... --Daughter, what is it, and who is He? XII Now your lamps are all alight, --The sun's in the garden on every side Now your lamps are all alight; The sun through every chink is bright: Open the doors on the garden wide! The keys of the doors are lost one and all, We must be patient what e'er befall; The keys they fell from the tower on high. We must be patient whate'er befall, Wait and wait as the days go by. The days to be will open the doors, The keys are safe in the forest wide. The forest blazes on every side; The light of the dying leafage pours Blazing bright beneath the doors.