Текст песни Ce He Mise Le Ulaingt? / The Two Trees - Loreena McKennitt
Beloved,
gaze
in
thine
own
heart
The
holy
tree
is
growing
there;
From
joy
the
holy
branches
start
And
all
the
trembling
flowers
they
bear.
The
changing
colours
of
its
fruit
Have
dowered
the
stars
with
merry
light;
The
surety
of
its
hidden
root
Has
planted
quiet
in
the
night;
The
shaking
of
its
leafy
head
Has
given
the
waves
their
melody.
And
made
my
lips
and
music
wed,
Murmuring
a
wizard
song
for
thee,
There
the
Loves
a
circle
go,
The
flaming
circle
of
our
days,
Gyring,
spiring
to
and
fro
In
those
great
ignorant
leafy
ways;
Remembering
all
that
shaken
hair
And
how
the
winged
sandals
dart
Thine
eyes
grow
full
of
tender
care;
Beloved,
gaze
in
thine
own
heart.
Gaze
no
more
in
the
bitter
glass
The
demons,
with
their
subtle
guile,
Lift
up
before
us
when
they
pass,
Or
only
gaze
a
little
while;
For
there
a
fatal
image
grows
That
the
stormy
night
receives,
Roots
half
hidden
under
snows,
Broken
boughs
and
blackened
leaves.
For
all
things
turn
to
bareness
In
the
dim
glass
the
demons
hold,
The
glass
of
outer
weariness,
Made
when
God
slept
in
times
of
old.
There,
through
the
broken
branches,
go
The
ravens
of
unresting
thought;
Flying,
crying,
to
and
fro,
Cruel
claw
and
hungry
throat,
Or
else
they
stand
and
sniff
the
wind,
And
shake
their
ragged
wings:
alas!
Thy
tender
eyes
grow
all
unkind:
Gaze
no
more
in
the
bitter
glass.
Beloved,
gaze
in
thine
own
heart,
The
holy
tree
is
growing
there;
From
joy
the
holy
branches
start,
And
all
the
trembling
flowers
they
bear.
Remembering
all
that
shaken
hair
And
how
the
winged
sandals
dart,
Thine
eyes
grow
full
of
tender
care;
Beloved,
gaze
in
thine
own
heart.
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