Love and harmony combine
And around our souls intwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.Joys upon our branches sit,
Chirping loud, and singing sweet;
Like gentle streams beneath our feet
Innocence and virtue meet.Thou the golden fruit dost bear,
I am clad in flowers fair;
Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,
And the turtle buildeth thereThere she sits and feeds her young,
Sweet I hear her mournful song;
And thy lovely leaves among,
There is love: I hear his tongue.There his charming nest doth lay,
There he sleeps the night away;
There he sports along the day,
And doth among our branches play.
Blake, from Poetical Sketches