VIGIL

by: Maurice Maeterlinck

      Y soul her unused hands to pray
      Folds, that hide the world away:
      Lord, my broken dreams complete,
      That Thine angels' lips repeat.
       
      While beneath my wearied eyes
      She breathes the prayers that in her rise--
      Prayers that find my lids a tomb,
      And whose lilies may not bloom:
       
      While in dreams her barren breast
      Hushes 'neath my gaze to rest--
      Still her eyes from perils cower,
      Such as wake by falsehood's power.

This English translation of 'Vigil' is reprinted from Poems by Maurice Maeterlinck. Trans. Bernard Miall. New York: Dodd, Mead and Company, 1915.

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