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.

Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck

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