A woman's fears my heart control: <br />What have I done with these, my part, <br />My hands, the lilies of my soul, <br />Mine eyes, the heavens of my heart? <br /> <br />O Lord, have pity on my grief: <br />I have lost the palm and ring, alas! <br />Pity my prayers, my poor relief, <br />Cut flowers and fragile in a glass. <br /> <br />Pity the trespass of my mouth, <br />And things undone, and words unsaid, <br />Shed lilies on my fever's drouth, <br />And roses on the marshes shed! <br /> <br />O God! The doves whose flights are gold <br />On heavens remembered! Pity too <br />These garments that my loins enfold, <br />That rustle round me, dimly blue!<br /><br />Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prayer-ii-2/
