The Two Trees
By Athena's Pix (Back, but give me time!) - September 10, 2009
Explore #126 on Sunday, October 12, 2008
From the poem by W.B. Yeats of the same title.
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 merry 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.
There the Lov
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