 | Poems and Dramas by "Fiona MacLeod" (William Sharp) |  |
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THE MONODY OF ISLA THE SINGER
“Like Bells on the wind ...”
Is it time to let the Hour rise and go forth as a hound loosed from the battle-cars?
Is it time to let the Hour go forth, as the White Hounds with the eyes of flame?
For if it be not time I would have this hour that is left to me under the stars
Wherein I may dream my dream again, and at the last whisper one name.
Is it time to let the Hour go forth, as the White Hounds with the eyes of flame?
For if it be not time I would have this hour that is left to me under the stars
Wherein I may dream my dream again, and at the last whisper one name.
It is the name of one who was more fair than youth to the old, than life to the young:
She was more fair than the first love of Angus the Beautiful, and though I were blind
And deaf for a hundred ages I would see her, more fair than any poet has sung,
And hear her voice like mournful bells crying on the wind.
She was more fair than the first love of Angus the Beautiful, and though I were blind
And deaf for a hundred ages I would see her, more fair than any poet has sung,
And hear her voice like mournful bells crying on the wind.
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