The Two Trees

William Butler Yeats (1908), retratado por John Singer Sargent.

THE TWO TREES

By William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

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...

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Ser menos sabio

Si el sufrimiento trae consigo sabiduría, me gustaría ser menos sabio. (If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.) William Butler Yeats