Beloved, gaze in thine own heart;
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start;
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with metry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
~the two trees/ William Butler Yeasts~
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