[ti:Ce He Mise Le Ulaingt?/The two trees]
[ar:Loreena McKennitt]
[al:The Mask And Mirror]
[by:Van]
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[00:00.00]Loreena McKennitt - Cé hé mise le unlaight?/The two trees
[01:53.79]Music by Loreena McKennitt
[01:58.79]Lyrics by William Butler Yeats
[02:03.79]arr. and adapted by Loreena McKennitt
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[02:13.79]Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
[02:19.92]The holy tree is growing there;
[02:25.89]From joy the holy branches start,
[02:31.96]And all the trembling flowers they bear.
[02:37.56]
[02:38.55]The changing colours of its fruit
[02:44.43]Have dowered the stars with merry light;
[02:50.23]The surety of its hidden root
[02:56.12]Has planted quiet in the night;
[03:02.13]The shaking of its leafy head
[03:07.96]Has given the waves their melody,
[03:13.89]And made my lips and music wed,
[03:20.42]Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
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[03:31.79]There the Loves a circle go,
[03:37.29]The flaming circle of our days,
[03:43.07]Gyring, spiring to and fro
[03:48.62]In those great ignorant leafy ways;
[03:54.52]Remembering all that shaken hair
[04:00.16]And how the winged sandals dart,
[04:05.74]Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
[04:12.43]Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
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[04:44.13]Gaze no more in the bitter glass
[04:50.03]The demons, with their subtle guile,
[04:56.08]Lift up before us when they pass,
[05:01.82]Or only gaze a little while;
[05:07.38]For there a fatal image grows
[05:13.37]That the stormy night receives,
[05:19.27]Roots half hidden under snows,
[05:25.37]Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
[05:32.36]
[05:32.87]For all things turn to barenness
[05:39.15]In the dim glass the demons hold,
[05:45.19]The glass of outer weariness,
[05:51.12]Made when God slept in times of old.
[05:57.12]There, through the broken branches, go
[06:02.66]The ravens of unresting thought;
[06:08.44]Flying, crying, to and fro,
[06:14.70]Cruel claw and hungry throat,
[06:20.55]Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
[06:26.20]And shake their ragged wings: alas!
[06:32.28]Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
[06:39.39]Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
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[07:11.16]Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
[07:17.17]The holy tree is growing there;
[07:23.05]From joy the holy branches start,
[07:28.70]And all the trembling flowers they bear.
[07:34.61]Remembering all that shaken hair
[07:40.19]And how the winged sandals dart,
[07:46.02]Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
[07:53.06]Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
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[09:00.31]END