Whoever finds White water rose
shall acquire a great earthly gift.
The Traditional Herbal.
White water rose,
Words become all terse;
When among the foes,
Rigid is the verse.
When with men amassed,
Cannot help but curse;
Help me, will you, fast,
Let me sing the verse.
Kin to me, you’ve grown
In the natural bonds
Where the Moon has shone
On the tranquil ponds.
You’re Astraea
Softly coloured white,
A nymphaea,
Water aconite.
Where lightning’s
Struck the stilly deeps,
From that lightning
Then your flower peeps.
White water rose,
While time sweeps,
Your resplendence grows
Midst the mirror deeps.
I’ve rambled, in mourn,
On the margins cast,
Hither being borne,
Help me, will you, fast.
Conquer them for me —
Not the brinks which seat
Rustling pine sea
At their sombre feet;
Nor the forest gloom,
Or the night cast,
Or the watery tomb,
Or the grasslands’ vast;
White water rose,
Conquer them for me —
Being in a doze,
Their lives flee
And dead weight keeps
Crushing any dreams:
Midst the mirror deeps
They’ve missed your beams.
Talisman of glows,
Evermore you last;
White water rose,
Conquer men amassed.
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«Одолень-трава», из цикла «Отсветы раковин», сб. «Злые чары», 1906. К. Д. Бальмонт. Полное собрание стихов. Том шестой. Издание второе — М.: Скорпион, 1911.