Tree Of Vision

UPON my tree of Vision settles a bird

From the far diamond forests of the sky;

Each single branch is magically stirred

By sun-wing-beats into strange ecstasy.

Its seeds of passion grow to luminous fruits

That draw immortal sap from the breast of earth

And the clustered tentacles of the gnarled roots

Quiver with the spirit urge to a new birth.

The dead bark falls and leaves a fresh desire

To leap within, throb upon rhythmic throb;

The decadent leaves are burnt in white soul-
re

To make room for a fairer glistening robe.

Upon a bank of timeless thought it stands,

Spreading fan-wise its boughs of emerald light,

And drinks the wine of beauty from sun-gold hands

That hold the inverted cup of the In
nite.

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