Luyện nghe bài hát Futility

Move him the sun -
Gently its touch him once,
At home, of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, in France,
Until morning and this snow.
If might rouse him now
The old sun will know.

how it wakes the seeds, -
Woke, once, the clays of a star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are
Full-nerved - warm -
Too hard to
Was it for the clay grew tall?
- O what fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's at all?

[Text: Wilfread (1893-1918) / Music: Kailer]