SEE, dear, what thy lover brings; <br />'Tis the flower with the white wings. <br />Buoyed upon the quiet stream <br />In the spring it lay adream. <br /> <br />Homelike to bestow this guest, <br />Lodge it, dear one, in thy breast; <br />There its leaves the secret keep <br />Of a wave both still and deep. <br /> <br />Child, beware the tarn-fed stream; <br />Danger, danger, there to dream! <br />Though the sprite pretends to sleep, <br />And above the lilies peep. <br /> <br />Child, thy bosom is the stream; <br />Danger, danger, there to dream! <br />Though above the lilies peep, <br />And the sprite pretends to sleep.<br /><br />Henrik Johan Ibsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-a-water-lily/
