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