Luyện nghe bài hát No Provenance

Allelu,
I died happy,
and to tell the tale to you.
I have slept for years,
and woke to me gone.
I woke and warm in your arms.

Not informed of the law,
squatting, lordly, on a stool, in a stall,
we spun gold out of straw.
And, when our bales of
stored,
you burned me a barn.
I burned safe and warm in arms.

I'm of the Big Return.
a certain conversation lost,
and loss incurred
with remaining,
to who had passed this way,
in the night,
in the middle of the
(negating grace and their sight),
till I remember, or mark,
how we had our

We our ride,
so there was no-one home,
and the of Rome
and died.
And, more,
I believe that you it, too;
I you saw their flares,
and kept me unawares,
in arms.

The grass was tall, and strung burrs,
I essayed that high which,
in my mind, was my
you behind, in yours.
Anyhow, she did not neigh.
I do not
what drew our to hers;
that little mare did not stir,
till I lay down in arms.

Poor old little dog-size horse!--
and wheezing,
as a of course;
and wheezing,
as a of pride.
That old nag, not four palms wide,
had waited a time,
in salt,
buckled like a ship run of the fence.
In the of the night,
she'd up,
no provenance,
bearing the of her eyes.

And you, with
'arrangement' Fate,
nodded sadly at her assault
on that old gate,
her faultlessly etiolated
the of a ghost.

And, Johnny Appleseed,
via feed,
us, who was it
that you loved the most?
Johnny Appleseed,
leave a that leads
back down to the farm.
Lay me
safe and warm in arms.