Arnold Bax - Across the Door
The couples were out on the floor;
From converse and dancing he drew me
And across the door
Ah! strange were the dim, wide meadows
And strange was the cloud-strewn sky
And strange in the meadows the corncrakes
And they making cry!
The hawthorn bloom was by us
Around us the breath of the south
White hawthorn, strange in the night-time
His kiss on my mouth!
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Bring Kateen-beug and Maurya Jude To dance in Beg-Innish And when the lads (they're in Dunquin) Have sold their crabs and fish Wave fawny shawls and call them in And call
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How sweet the answer Echo makes To Music at night When, rous'd by lute or horn, she wakes And far away, o'er lawns and lakes Goes answering light! Yet Love hath
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Arnold Bax - The Fiddler of Dooney
When I play on my fiddle in Dooney Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet My brother in Mocharabuiee I passed my brother and cousin: They
Arnold Bax - Golden Guendolen
Twixt the sunlight and the shade Float up memories of my maid God remember Guendolen Gold or gems she did not wear But her yellow rippled hair Like a veil, hid
Arnold Bax - The Song in the Twilight
I have heard a music Strange and wild and tender Through the mystic splendour Of the twilight stealing Like the spell entracing of a magic potion Slowly it enwound me
Arnold Bax - The pigeons
Odalisques, odalisques Treading the pavement With feet pomegranate-stained: We bartered for, bought you Back in the years Ah, then we knew you Odalisques, odalisques
Arnold Bax - As I came over the grey, grey hills
As I came over the grey, grey hills And over the grey, grey water I saw the gilly leading on And the white Christ following after Where and where does the gilly lead?
Arnold Bax - Across the Door
The fiddles were playing and playing The couples were out on the floor; From converse and dancing he drew me And across the door Ah! strange were the dim, wide meadows
Arnold Bax - I heard a Piper piping
I heard a piper piping The blue hills among — And never did I hear So plaintive a song It seemed but a part Of the hills’ melancholy: No piper living there
