Luyện nghe bài hát Love and death

Behold the waters
A cloven jet
from the milk-white marble
For foam and fret

Far off in valleys
the meadow saffrons blow
The feet of summer
In their coiling calm and

The banks are worn
By a sadly gay
A titan with loud
Made them of fire and

Go ask the springing
And the air above
What are the waters
And answer death and love

With of withered flowers
Two lonely spirits
wreaths of withered flowers
'Fore gate

may not pass the portal
Poor pair
Though sad is many a
To and leave them there

Still staring at flowers
That dull and are
If one should beside thee
The is not far

Go ask the youngest
She say with bated breath
By the of Mary's garden
Are the love and death