When we are lost Within the dust and sand of desert years, Who then shall count the cost of two lives chained at Destiny's command, When we are lost. The shadow of fear Our winding path has crossed The cloudy waves surge onward to the land. Time's thundering storms sweep down with ice and frost, To chill the songs of love. That we must follow shadows and be tossed Hither and thither by Fate's relentless hand. When we are lost, when we are lost.
Six Songs
by Arnold Edward Trevor Bax, Sir (1883 - 1953)
1. Roundel: When we are lost  [sung text checked 1 time]
Authorship:
- by Arnold Edward Trevor Bax, Sir (1883 - 1953), as Dermot O'Byrne, "When we are lost"
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Wave, wave, green branches, wave me far away To where the forest deepens and the hillwinds, sleeping, stay: Where Peace doth fold her twilight wings, and through the heart of day There goes the rumour of passing hours grown faint and grey. Wave, wave, green branches, my heart like a bird doth hover Above the nesting-place your green-gloom shadows cover: O come to my nesting heart, come close, come close, bend over, Joy of my heart, my life, my prince, my lover!
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "Green branches", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1896
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In the silences of the woods I have heard all day and all night The moving multitudes Of the Wind in flight. He is named Myriad: And I am sad Often, and often I am glad, But oftener I am white With fear of the dim broods That are his multitudes.
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "In the silences of the woods", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1901
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I have seen all things pass and all men go Under the shadow of the drifting leaf: Green leaf, red leaf, brown leaf, Grey leaf blown to and fro. Blown to and fro. I have seen happy dreams rise up and pass Silent and swift as shadows on the grass: Grey shadows of old dreams, Grey beauty of old dreams, Grey shadows in the grass.
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "Leaves, shadows, and dreams", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1901
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Authorship:
- by Agnes Shakespeare Higginson (1864 - 1955), as Moira O'Neill
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6. The fairies  [sung text not yet checked]
Up the aery mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go ahunting for fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, Red cap And white owl's feather. Down along the rocky shore Some make their home, They live on crispy pancakes, Of yellow tide foam; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain lake, With frogs for their watchdogs, all night awake. High on the hilltop the old king sits; He is now so old and grey He's nigh lost his wits With a bridge of white mist... Columkille he crosses On his stately journies From Slieve League to Rosses. Or going up with music On cold starry nights, To sup with the queen Of the gay Northern Lights. They stole little Bridget for seven years long, And when she came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back, Between the night and morrow, They thought she was fast asleep, But she was dead from sorrow. They have kept her ever since Deep within a lake, On a bed of flag leaves, Watching till she wake... By the craggy hillside, Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorntrees, For pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring, As dig them up in spite, He shall find their sharpest thorns In his bed at night.
Authorship:
- by William Allingham (1824 - 1889), "The fairies", appears in Poems, first published 1850
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