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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