Lady, weeping at the crossroads   Would you meet your love   In twilight with his greyhounds   And the hawk upon his glove ?      Bribe the bird then on the branches   Bribe them to be dumb   Stare the hot sun out of heaven   That the night may come      Starless are the nights of travel   Bleak the winter wind   Run with terror all before you   And regret behind      Run until you hear the ocean's   Everlasting cry   Deep though it may be and bitter   You must drink it dry      Wear out patience in the lowest   Dungeons of the sea   Searching through the stranded shipwrecks   For the golden key      Push on to the world's end, pay the   Dread guard with a kiss   Cross the rotten bridge that totters   Over the abyss      There stands the deserted castle   Ready to explore   Enter, climb the marble staircase,   Open the locked door      Cross the silent empty ballroom   Doubt and anger past   Blow the cobwebs from the mirror   See yourself at last      Put your hand behind the wainscot   You have done your part   Find the penknife there and plunge it   Into your false heart.