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

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

Beloved, in thine own heart,
The holy tree is there;
joy the holy branches start,
And al the trembling flowers bear.
The changing of its fruit
Have dowered the stars merry light;
The of its hidden root
Has quiet in the night;
The of its leafy head
Has given the waves melody,
And my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard for thee.

the Loves a circle go,
The circle of our days,
Gyring, to and fro
In those great leafy ways;
all that shaken hair
And how the winged dart,
Thine eyes full of tender care;
Beloved, in thine own heart.

Gaze no more in the glass
The demons, their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when pass,
Or only gaze a little
For there a image grows
the stormy night receives,
Roots half under snows,
Broken and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to
In the dim glass the hold,
The glass of weariness,
Made God slept in times of old.
There, the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel and hungry throat,
Or else stand and stiff the wind,
And shake their wings: alas!
Thy tender grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the glass.