Five Songs

Eilidh, Eilidh, Eilidh, dear to me, dear and sweet,
dreams I am hearing the sound of your little running feet --
The sound of your running feet that like the sea-hoofs beat
A music by day an' night, Eilidh, on the sands of my heart, my Sweet!

Eilidh, blue i' the eyes, flower-sweet as children are,
And white as the canna that blows with the hill-breast wind afar,
Whose is the light in thine eyes --the light of a star? --a star
That sitteth supreme where the starry lights of heaven a glory are!

Eilidh, Eilidh, Eilidh, put off your wee hands from the heart o' me,
It is pain they are making there, where no more pain should be:
For little running feet, an' wee white hands, an' croodlin' as of the sea,
Bring tears to my eyes, Eilidh, tears, tears, out of the heart o' me --
Mo-lennav-a-chree,
Mo-lennav-a-chree!

Eilidh, Eilidh,
My bonny wee lass:
The winds blow,
And the hours pass.
But never a wind
Can do thee wrong,
Brown Birdeen, singing
Thy bird-heart song.
And never an hour
But has for thee
Blue of the heaven
And green of the sea:
Blue for the hope of thee,
Eilidh, Eilidh;
Green for the joy of thee,
Eilidh, Eilidh.
Swing in they nest, then,
Here on my heart,
Birdeen, Birdeen,
Here on my heart,
Here on my heart!

[Far]1 away upon the hills at the lighting of the dawn 
I saw a stirring in the fern And out there leapt a Fawn,
And O my heart was up at that and like the wind it blew
Till its shadow hovered o'er the fawn as ['mid]2 the fern it flew...
And Eilidh, Eilidh, Eilidh! was the [wind]3 song on the hill
And Eilidh, Eilidh, Eilidh! did the echoing corries fill:
My hunting heart was glad indeed, at the lighting of the dawn,
For O it was the hunting then of my bonnie, bonnie Fawn.

My robe is of green,
My crown is of stars -- 
The grass is the green
And the daisies the stars:
O'er lochan and streamlet
My breath moveth sweet ...
Bonnie blue lochans,
Hillwaters fleet.

The song in my heart
Is the song of the birds,
And the wind in my heart
Is the lowing of herds:
The light in my eyes,
And the breath of my mouth,
Are the clouds of spring-skies
And the sound of the South.
(The Airs of Spring)
Grass-green from thy mouth
The sweet sound of the South!

Thy dark eyes to mine, Eilidh,
Lamps of desire!
O how my soul leaps
Leaps to their fire!

Sure, now, if I in heaven,
Dreaming in bliss,
Heard but [a]1 whisper,
But the lost echo even
Of [one such]2 kiss -- 

All of the Soul of me
Would leap afar -- 
If that called me to thee
Aye, I would leap afar
A falling star!

The sea hath its pearls,
The heaven hath its stars;
But my heart, my heart,
My heart has its love.

Great are the sea and the heaven;
Yet greater is my heart,
And fairer than pearls and stars
Flashes and beams my love.

Thou little, youthful maiden,
Come unto my great heart;
My heart, and the sea and the heaven
Are melting away [with]1 love!

There was an ancient monarch
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Leise [zieht]1 durch mein Gemüth
Liebliches Geläute.
Klinge, kleines Frühlingslied,
Kling' hinaus in's Weite.

[Kling']2 hinaus bis an das Haus,
Wo die [Blumen]3 sprießen.
Wenn du eine Rose schaust,
Sag' ich lass' sie grüßen.