Before Quiet

Before Quiet

 by Hazel Hall

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.