There came one here to say,
(O child, I am afraid!)
There came one here to say
'Twas time to haste away. . . .

A burning lamp I bore,
(O child, I am afraid!)
A burning lamp I bore,
And went upon my way!

At the first door,
(O child, I am afraid!)
At the first door
The flame shook sore. . . .

Then, at the second,
(O child, I am afraid!)
Then, at the second,
The flame spoke and beckoned. . . .

The third door is wide,
(O child, but this is fear!)
The third door is wide,
And the flame has died!