Six Sets of Five Songs Each for Voice and Pianoforte, Set II , opus 73

She cometh no more:
Time too is dead.
The last tide is led
[From]1 the last shore.

Eternity!
What is Eternity,
But the sea coming,
The sea going
Forevermore?

When the dew is falling
I have heard a calling
Of aerial sweet voices o'er the low green hill;

And when the moon is dying
I have heard a crying
Where the brown burn slippeth thro' the hollows green and still.

And O the sorrow upon me,
The grey grief upon me,
For a voice that whispered once, and now for aye is still:

O heart forsaken, calling
When the dew is falling,
To the one that comes not ever o'er the low green hill.

     From the Gaelic

(Heard sung by an old woman of
The Island of Tiree)

It is the grey rock I am,
And the grey rain on the rock:
It is the grey wave . . .
That grey hound.

What (is it) to be old:
(It is to be as) the grey moss in winter:
Alasdair-mo-ghaol,
It is long since my laughter.

Alasdair-mo-ghaol,
The breast is shrivelled
That you said was white
As canna in the wind.

It lies not on the sunlit hill
    Nor on the sunlit plain :
Nor ever on any running stream
    Nor on the unclouded main --

But sometimes, through the Soul of Man,
    Slow moving o'er his pain,
The moonlight of a perfect peace
    Floods heart and brain.

The Desire of Love, Joy:
The Desire of Life, Peace
The Desire of the Soul, Heaven:
The Desire of God ... a flamewhite secret for ever.