The Water Lily
A lonely young wife In her dreaming discerns A lily-decked pool With a border of ferns, And a beautiful child, With butterfly wings,
Trips down to the edge of the water and sings: ‘Come, mamma
come
‘Quick...
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A lonely young wife In her dreaming discerns A lily-decked pool With a border of ferns, And a beautiful child, With butterfly wings,
Trips down to the edge of the water and sings: ‘Come, mamma
come
‘Quick...
The nights have grown cool again, like the nights
of early spring, and quiet again. Will
speech disturb you? We're
alone now; we have no reason for silence.