• 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 metry 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.

    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 metry 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.
    William Butler Yeats (1962). “Poems of William Butler Yeats”, p.431, Hayes Barton Press