The Two Trees

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.

by William Butler Yeats Click to read full poem

Comments (8)

Love this poem! First encountered it as sung by Loreena McKennitt on her The Mask and the Mirror album...hauntingly beautiful rendition, and absolutely faithful to the text except for repeating the first verse as a chorus at the end.
Another fine Yeats write......Enjoyed!
Now here is an image written by a master- - - - 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. Great poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
The flaming circle of our days. So poignant and timely. Look not upon despair and then despair. Look upon the chaos and find the good, or wither away in hopelessness.
An exceptionally beautiful Yeats poem. Mm
Gaze no more in the bitter glass. Thanks for sharing.
High quality, very passionate and quite beautiful in places. Would read better broken into stanzas.