The Two Trees
Has planted quiet in the night;
The ravens of unresting thought;
The flaming circle of our days,
Has given the waves their melody,
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
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The changing colours of its fruit
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
That the stormy night receives,
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Flying, crying, to and fro,
The shaking of its leafy head
Have dowered the stars with metry light;
BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
The holy tree is growing there;
There the 99lib•netJoves a circle go,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The surety of its hidden root
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
The glass of outer weariness,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
Re
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And how the winged sandals dart,
For ill things turn to barrenness
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Lift up before us when they pass,
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Cruel claw and hungry throat,
For there a fatal image grows
There, through the broken branches, go
Or only gaze a little while;
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
And made my lips and music wed,
Made when God slept in times of old.