Let my soul, a shining tree, <br />Silver branches lift towards thee, <br />Where on a hallowed winter’s night <br />The clear-eyed angels may alight. <br /> <br />And if there should be tempests in <br />My spirit, let them surge like din <br />Of noble melodies at war; <br />With fervour of such blades of triumph as are <br />Flashed in white orisons of saints who go <br />On shafts of glory to the ecstasies they know.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tree-and-sky/
