O BURNING tree upon the hill
And burning tree within my heart,
What kinship stands between you still,
What cord I cannot tear apart?
The passionate gust that sets you free,
— A flock of leaves in sudden flight —
Shatters that bright interior tree
Into a shower of splintered light.
O moments fused with ecstasy
When flame in eye and heart unite,
Come you from earth, or can you be
The swallows of eternity?