#52-- My Tree--Guardian Of Our Back Door

Beneath them sit the aged men,

wise guardians of the poor;

Then cherish pity,

lest you drive an angel from your door.

- William Blake

#51 My Tree--Imagination itself

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.

- William Blake, 1799, The Letters

#3 My Tree--Losing her skirt of snow

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

William Blake, Proverbs of Hell, 1790