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Six Celtic Choruses

Song Cycle by Rutland Boughton (1878 - 1960)

?. Dalua  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
I have heard you calling, Dalua,
                    Dalua!
I have heard you on the hill,
By the pool-side still,
Where the lapwings shrill
         Dalua . . . Dalua . . . Dalua!

What is it you call, Dalua,
                    Dalua!
When the rains fall,
When the mists crawl,
And the curlews call
         Dalua . . . Dalua . . . Dalua!

I am the Fool, Dalua,
                 Dalua!
When men hear me, their eyes
Darken: the shadow in the skies
Droops: and the keening-woman cries
         Dalua . . . Dalua . . . Dalua!

Text Authorship:

  • by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "Dalua", appears in From the Hills of Dream, first published 1901

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Author's note: Dalua, one of the names of a mysterious being in the Celtic mythology, the Amadan-Dhu, the Dark Witless One, or Fairy Fool.

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

?. A Celtic Lullaby

Language: English 
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Text Authorship:

  • by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod

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?. Avalon  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Song of Apple-trees, honeysweet and murmurous,
Where the swallows flash and shimmer as they thrid the foamwhite maze,
Breaths of far-off Avalon are blown to us, come down to us,
Avalon of the Heart's Desire, Avalon of the Hidden Ways!
Song of Apple-blossom, when the myriad leaves are gleaming
Like undersides of small green waves in foam of shallow seas,
One may dream of Avalon, lie dreaming, dreaming, dreaming,
Till wandering through dim vales of dusk the stars hang in the trees.
Song of Apple-trees, honeysweet and murmurous,
When the night-wind fills the branches with a sound of muffled oars,
Breaths of far-off Avalon are blown to us, come down to us,
Avalon of the Heart's Desire, Avalon of the Hidden Shores.

Text Authorship:

  • by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "Song of apple-trees", appears in The Hour of Beauty, first published 1907

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

?. A Sea Rune

Language: English 
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Text Authorship:

  • by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod

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Total word count: 213
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