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 McKennitt

Beloved, in thine own heart,
The holy tree is there;
From joy the branches start,
And al the flowers they bear.
The changing of its fruit
dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its root
Has quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy
Has given the their melody,
And made my lips and wed,
Murmuring a song for thee.

the Loves a circle go,
The flaming of our days,
Gyring, to and fro
In those great ignorant ways;
all that shaken hair
And how the sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of care;
Beloved, gaze in own heart.

Gaze no in the bitter glass
The demons, with their guile,
Lift up us when they pass,
Or only gaze a while;
For there a image grows
That the stormy receives,
Roots half under snows,
Broken boughs and leaves.
For all turn to barenness
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 thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and throat,
Or else stand and stiff the wind,
And shake ragged wings: alas!
Thy eyes grow all unkind:
no more in the bitter glass.