THE TREE OF LIFE
by: Robert Buchanan (1841-1901)
- HE MASTER
said:
- I have planted the Seed of a Tree,
- It shall be strangely fed
- With white dew and with red,
- And the Gardeners shall be three--
- Regret, Hope, Memory!
-
- The Master smiled:
- For the Seed that He had set
- Broke presently thro the mould,
- With a glimmer of green and gold,
- And the Angels eyes were wet--
- Hope, Memory, Regret.
-
- The Master cried:
- It liveth--breatheth--see!
- Its soft lips open wide--
- It looks from side to side--
- How strange they gleam on me,
- The little dim eyes of the Tree!
-
- The Master said:
- After a million years,
- The Seed I set and fed
- To itself hath gatherèd
- All the worlds smiles and tears--
- How mighty it appears!
-
- The Master said:
- At last, at last, I see
- A Blossom, a Blossom o red
- From the heart of the Tree is shed.
- Tis fairer certainly
- Than the Tree, or the leaves of the Tree.'
-
- The Master cried:
- O Angels, that guard the Tree,
- A Blossom, a Blossom divine
- Grows on this greenwood of mine:
- What may this Blossom be?
- Name this Blossom to me!
-
- The Master smiled;
- For the Angels answered thus:
- Our tears have nourishd the same,
- We have given it a name
- That seemeth fit to us--
- We have called it Spiritus.
-
- The Master said:
- This Flower no Seed shall bear;
- But hither on a day
- My beautiful Son shall stray,
- And shall snatch it unaware,
- And wreath it in his hair.
-
- The Master smiled:
- The Tree shall never bear--
- Seedless shall perish the Tree,
- But the Flower my Sons shall be;
- He will pluck the Flower and wear,
- Till it withers in his hair!
"The Tree of Life" is
reprinted from The Oxford book of English mystical verse.
Ed. D.H.S. Nicholson. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917. |
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