The Two Trees

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    <strong>The Two Trees</strong>

    BELOVED, gaze in thine ow,

    The holy tree is growing there;

    From joy the holy braart,

    And all the trembling flowers they bear.

    The ging 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.

    There the Joves a circle go,

    The flaming circle of our days,

    Gyring, spiring to and fro

    In those great ignorant leafy ways;

    Remembering all that shaken hair

    And how the winged sandals dart,

    Thin<bdi>藏书网</bdi>e eyes grow full of tender care:

    Beloved, gaze in thine ow.

    Gaze no more iter glass

    The demons, with their subtle guile.

    Lift up before us when they pass,

    Or only gaze a little while;

    For there a fatal image grows

    That the stormy night receives,

    Roots half hidden under snows,

    Broken boughs and blaed leaves.

    For ill things turn to barrenness

    In the dim glass the demons hold,

    The glass of outer we?9９ｌｉb.ariness,

    Made when God slept in times of old.

    There, through the broken branches, go

    The ravens of uing thought;

    Flying, g, to and fro,

    Cruel claw and hungry throat,

    Or else they stand and s<samp>.９9lｉｂ.</samp>niff the wind,

    And shake their ragged wings; alas!

    Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:

    Gaze no more iter glass>.9９liｂ.</a>.

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