Have pity on the eyes morose <br />Wherein the soul its hope reveals; <br />On fated things that ne'er unclose, <br />And all who wait what night conceals. <br /> <br />Ripples that rock the spirit's lake! <br />Lilies that sway beneath the tide <br />To threads the eternal rhythms shake! <br />O powers that close to vision hide! <br /> <br />Behold, O Lord, unwonted flowers <br />Among the water-lilies white! <br />Dim hands of Thine angelic powers <br />Trouble the waters of my sight: <br /> <br />At mystic signs the buds unroll, <br />Shed on the waters from the skies, <br />And as the swans take flight my soul <br />Spreads the white pinions of its eyes.<br /><br />Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/intentions-7/
