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 colours of its
Have dowered the stars with merry
The of its hidden root
Has quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy
Has given the waves melody,
And made my lips and wed,
Murmuring a song for thee.

There the Loves a go,
The circle of our days,
Gyring, to and fro
In those ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all shaken hair
And how the sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow of tender care;
Beloved, in thine own heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter
The demons, with their guile,
up before us when they pass,
Or gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image
the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden snows,
boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things to barenness
In the dim glass the hold,
The glass of weariness,
when God slept in times of old.
There, through the branches, go
The of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
claw and hungry throat,
Or else stand and stiff the wind,
And shake their ragged alas!
Thy tender grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the glass.