Luyện nghe bài hát Love and death

Behold the flashing
A cloven jet
from the milk-white marble
For ever foam and

Far off in valleys
Where the meadow blow
The feet of dabble
In coiling calm and slow

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

Go ask the flowers
And the air above
What are the twin-born
And answer death and love

wreaths of withered flowers
Two lonely wait
With wreaths of withered
paradise's gate

They may not the portal
Poor earth-enkindled
Though sad is a spirit
To pass and them there

Still staring at their
dull and faded are
If one should rise beside
The is not far

Go ask the youngest
She will say bated breath
By the door of garden
Are the love and death