Luyện nghe bài hát Ce He Mise Le Ulaingt?/the Two Trees

Beloved, in thine own heart
The holy is growing there;
From joy the holy branches
And all the trembling they bear.
The colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry
The surety of its hidden
Has planted quiet in the
The shaking of its leafy
Has given the their melody.
And my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a song for thee,
There the a circle go,
The flaming of our days,
Gyring, to and fro
In those ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken
And how the sandals dart
Thine eyes grow full of care;
Beloved, gaze in own heart.

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

Beloved, gaze in own heart,
The holy tree is growing
From joy the branches start,
And all the flowers they bear.
all that shaken hair
And how the sandals dart,
Thine grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in own heart.