Image: December Blue Moon
By Oak Moon
Via: Pixadus.com
Posted by "CavalierZee"
“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 Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
[W.B. Yeats - The Two Trees]
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