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, gaze in own heart,
The holy tree is there;
From joy the branches start,
And al the flowers they bear.
The changing of its fruit
Have dowered the stars merry light;
The surety of its root
Has planted in the night;
The of its leafy head
Has given the waves melody,
And my lips and music wed,
a wizard song for thee.

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

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