Luyện nghe bài hát Ce Hé Mise le Ulaingt (Who Am I to Bear It?)/The Two Trees

Music by Loreena
Lyrics by William Yeats, arr. by Loreena McKennitt

Beloved, in thine own heart,
The holy tree is there;
From joy the holy start,
And al the trembling they bear.
The changing of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry
The surety of its root
Has planted quiet in the
The of its leafy head
Has given the their melody,
And made my and music wed,
a wizard song for thee.

There the Loves a go,
The flaming of our days,
Gyring, to and fro
In great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken
And how the winged dart,
Thine eyes full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in own heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter
The demons, with their guile,
Lift up us when they pass,
Or only a little while;
For a fatal image grows
That the night receives,
half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and leaves.
For all turn to barenness
In the dim glass the hold,
The of outer weariness,
Made when God in times of old.
There, the broken branches, go
The of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and the wind,
And shake their wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all
Gaze no in the bitter glass.