Water Lilies load all over
The Blue Lake amid the woods,
That imparts, while in white circles
Startling, to a Boat its moods.
And along the strands I'm passing
Listening, waiting, in unrest,
That she from the Reeds may issue
And fall, gently, on my breast;
That we may jump in the little
Boat, while water's voices whelm
All our feelings; that enchanted
I may drop my oars and helm;
That all charmed we may be floating
While moon's kindly light surrounds
Us, winds cause the reeds to rustle
And the waving water sounds.
But she does not come; abandoned,
Vainly I endure and sigh
Lonely, as the water lilies
On the Blue Lake ever lie.
