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

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

Beloved, in thine own heart,
The tree is growing there;
From joy the holy start,
And al the trembling flowers bear.
The changing colours of its
Have dowered the stars with light;
The surety of its root
Has quiet in the night;
The of its leafy head
Has the waves their melody,
And made my lips and wed,
Murmuring a song for thee.

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

no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with subtle guile,
Lift up us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little
For there a fatal grows
the stormy night receives,
Roots half under snows,
Broken boughs and leaves.
For all things to barenness
In the dim the demons hold,
The glass of weariness,
Made when God slept in of old.
There, through the branches, go
The ravens of thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel and hungry throat,
Or else they and stiff the wind,
And their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all
no more in the bitter glass.