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

Beloved, gaze in own heart
The holy is growing there;
From joy the branches start
And all the flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its
Have dowered the stars merry light;
The surety of its root
Has planted quiet in the
The shaking of its leafy
Has given the waves melody.
And made my and music wed,
Murmuring a song for thee,
the Loves a circle go,
The circle of our days,
Gyring, to and fro
In those ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that hair
And how the winged sandals
eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in own heart.

Gaze no in the bitter glass
The demons, with subtle guile,
Lift up before us when pass,
Or only gaze a while;
For there a fatal image
That the stormy receives,
Roots half hidden snows,
Broken boughs and leaves.
For all turn to bareness
In the dim glass the hold,
The glass of weariness,
Made when God slept in of old.
There, through the branches, go
The of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and the wind,
And their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender grow all unkind:
no more in the bitter glass.

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