Loreena Mccennitt Ce He Mise Le Ulaingt? - The Two Trees Lyrics

Ce He Mise Le Ulaingt? - The Two Trees Lyrics


By William Butler Yeats

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
In those great ignorant leafy
ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals
dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own
heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter 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 blackened
leaves.
For all thinks turn to bareness
In the dim glass the demons
hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of
old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting
thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or
else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings:
alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter
glass.
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.
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals
dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own
heart.