Luyện nghe bài hát Upon This Earth

Looking by in at the open window
I saw my own seated in his chair
With abstracted, furrowed forehead, unkempt hair

I that I had suddenly come to die
That to a cold corpse this was my
Until the pen moved slowly upon paper and fell

He had written a name, yours, in printed
One word on which bemusedly to
No protest, no desire, your naked name, nothing

it be tomorrow, would it be next year?
But the vision was not false, this I knew
And I angrily from the open window, aghast at you

Why never a warning, either by or look
That the you cruelly gave me could not last?
Already it was too late, the bait the hook fast