I hear the little children of the wind Crying solitary in lonely places: I have not seen their faces But I have seen the leaves eddying behind, The little tremulous leaves of the wind.
Six Sets of Five Songs Each for Voice and Pianoforte, Set III , opus 74
by Fritz Bennicke Hart (1874 - 1949)
1. Little children of the wind  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "Little children of the wind", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1901
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. The unknown wind  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
When the day darkens, When dusk grows light, When the dew is falling, When Silence dreams.... I hear a wind Calling, calling By day and by night. What is the wind That I hear calling By day and by night, The crying of wind? When the day darkens, When dusk grows light, When the dew is falling?
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "The unknown wind", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1901
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Author's note: "There is a wind that has no name." (Gaelic Saying.)Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
3. The Valley of Silence  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
In the secret Valley of Silence No breath doth fall; No wind stirs in the branches; No bird doth call: As on a white wall A breathless lizard is still, So silence lies on the valley Breathlessly still. In the dusk-grown heart of the valley An altar rises white: No rapt priest bends in awe Before its silent light: But sometimes a flight Of breathless words of prayer White-wing'd enclose the altar, Eddies of prayer.
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "The Valley of Silence", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1901
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. Longing  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
O would I were the cool wind that's blowing from the sea, Each loneliest valley I would search till I should come to thee. In the dew on the grass is your name, dear, i' the leaf on the tree -- O would I were the cool wind that's blowing from the sea. O would I were the cool wind that's blowing far from me -- The grey silence, the grey waves, the grey wastes of the sea.
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "Longing", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1901
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]5. In the night  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
O wind, why break in idle pain This wave that swept the seas Foam is the meed of barren dreams And hearts that cry for peace! Lift then, O wind, this heart of mine, And whirl aside in foam; No -- wander on, unchanging heart, The undrowning deeps thy home! Less than a billow of the sea That at the last doth no more roam, Less than a wave, less than a wave, This thing that hath no home, This thing that hath no grave.
Authorship:
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "In the night", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1901
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]