Soul of Glass

Maurice Maeterlinck

"Ame de Serre," from Serres Chaudes

I see dreams in my eyes;

And my soul enclosed under glass,

Illuminating its mobile greenhouse,

Levels the blue windows.

O the hot-houses of the indifferent soul,

Lilys against the closed glass,

The roses blooming under their waters,

And all my desires without remedy!

I would like to reach, on the other side

Of the oblivion of my closed pupils,

The faded rose-colored parasols

Of all my partly open dreams...

I wait to see their dead leaves

Become a little green again in my eyes;

I wait for the blue-fingered moon

To open the doors in silence.