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, gaze in own heart,
The holy tree is growing
joy the holy branches start,
And al the trembling flowers bear.
The changing colours of its
Have dowered the stars with light;
The of its hidden root
Has quiet in the night;
The shaking of its head
Has the waves their melody,
And my lips and music wed,
a wizard song for thee.

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

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