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

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

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

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

Gaze no more in the bitter
The demons, their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when pass,
Or gaze a little while;
For there a fatal grows
the stormy night receives,
Roots half under snows,
boughs and blackened leaves.
For all turn to barenness
In the dim the demons 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 they stand and stiff the wind,
And their ragged wings: alas!
Thy eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the glass.