Nữ tiên tri The crystal gazer

The crystal gazer

I shall gather mysel into mysel again,
       I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
       Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.

I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,
       Watching the future come and the present go –
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
       In tiny self-importance to and fro.