English Poetry. Hazel Hall. Before Quiet. Хазел Холл.

Before Quiet

I will think of water-lilies
Growing in a darkened pool,
And my breath shall move like water,
And my hands be limp and cool.
 

It shall be as though I waited
In a wooden place alone;
I will learn the peace of lilies
And will take it for my own.
 

If a twinge of thought, if yearning
Come like wind into this place,
I will bear it like the shadow
Of a leaf across my face.

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