Chapter 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.

The days to be already ail,
The days to be they fear and fail,
The days to be will never come;
For day by day will die as we,
Die as we in this our tomb.