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