BELOVED, gaze in t,

    tree is grohere;

    From joy tart,

    And all trembling flohey bear.

    ts fruit

    ars ry light;

    ty of its

    ed quiet in t;

    ts leafy head

    heir melody,

    And made my lips and music wed,

    Murmuring a hee.

    the Joves a circle go,

    the flaming circle of our days,

    Gyring, spiring to and fro

    In t ignorant leafy ways;

    Remembering all t shaken hair

    And ,

    tender care:

    Beloved, gaze in t.

    Gaze no more in tter glass

    tle guile.

    Lift up before us whey pass,

    Or only gaze a little while;

    For tal image grows

    t tormy night receives,

    Roots half hidden under snows,

    Broken boughs and blackened leaves.

    For ill turn to barrenness

    In the demons hold,

    ter weariness,

    Made imes of old.

    the broken branches, go

    ting t;

    Flying, crying, to and fro,

    Cruel claw and ,

    Or else tand and sniff the wind,

    And sheir ragged wings; alas!

    tender eyes grow all unkind:

    Gaze no more in tter glass.