Poem, William Butler Yeats, 1893. Sung by Loreena McKennitt
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...Rest of Lyrics
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