Luyện nghe bài hát A Pitcher Of Summer

One morning, before the leaves changing
I a piece of summer and poured it into a pitcher;

I placed in the cellar on a shelf collecting dust .
Autumn, then winter, rose up the sea, and my
was a garden filled with unbroken snow.

No strained its face to the ice giants' whisper,
No life coloured the of a newborn Spring babe.
My cellar-water dripping into a

And I lifted my of summer
Like a piece of or a dream

Like these, on film
And carried it to the floes,
The wind drifting stars to madness.

Poured gracefully, this ctheric tincture
Lifts winter's with coaxing aromas and electricity.
Used with vigilance, a Pitcher of Summer stirs a memory swooning,
And bravely, the of the past will stretch their limbs into the sky
While falls quietly all around.