Four Songs from "Crossings: A Fairy Play"

Now silent falls the clacking mill;
Sweet - sweeter smells the briar;
The dew wells big on bud and twig;
The glow-worm's wrapt in fire.

Then sing, lully, lullay, with me,
And softly, lill-lall-lo, love,
'Tis high time, and wild time,
And no time, no, love!

The Western sky has veiled her rose ; 
The night-wind to the willow 
Sigheth, "Now, lovely, lean thy head, 
Thy tresses be my pillow!" 

Then sing, lully, lullay, with me, 
And softly, lill-lall-lo, love, 
'Tis high time, and wild time, 
And no time, no, love ! 

Cries in the brake, bells in the sea:
The moon o'er moor and mountain
Cruddles her light from height to height,
Bedazzles pool and fountain.

Leap, fox; hoot, owl ; wail, warbler sweet:
'Tis midnight now's a-brewing;
The fairy mob is all abroad,
And witches at their wooing --

Then sing, lully, lullay, with me,
And softly, lill-lall-lo, love,
'Tis high time, and wild time,
And no time, no, love.

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "Now silent falls", appears in Crossings: A Fairy Play, Sallie's song, first published 1921

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"Dark-browed Sailor, tell me now,
Where, where is Araby?
The tide's aflow, the wind ablow,
'Tis I who pine for Araby."

"Master, she her spices showers
O'er nine-and-ninety leagues of sea;
The laden air breathes faint and rare -
Dreams on far-distant Araby."

"Oh, but Sailor, tell me true;
'Twas Man who mapped this Araby;
Though dangers brew, let me and you
Embark this night for Araby..."

Wails the wind from star to star;
Rock the loud waves their dirge: and see!
Through foam and wrack, a boat drifts back:
Ah, heart-beguiling Araby!

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), appears in Crossings: A Fairy Play, Sallie's song, first published 1921

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Now all the roads to London Town
Are windy-white with snow;
There's shouting and cursing,
And snortings to and fro;
But when night hangs her hundred lamps,
And the snickering frost-fires creep,
Then still, O; dale and hill, O;
Snow's fall'n deep.
 
The carter cracks his leathery whip;
The ostler shouts gee-whoa;
The farm dog grunts and sniffs and snuffs;
Bleat sheep; and cattle blow;
Soon Moll and Nan in dream are laid,
And snoring Dick's asleep;
Then still, O; dale and hill, O;
Snow's fall'n deep.

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), no title, appears in Crossings: A Fairy Play, first published 1921

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Listen, I who love thee well
Have travelled far, and secrets tell;
Cold the moon that gleams thine eyes,
Yet beneath her further skies
Rests for thee, a paradise.

I have plucked a flower in proof,
Frail, in earthly light, forsooth:
See, invisible it lies
In this palm: now veil thine eyes:
Quaff its fragrancies!

Would indeed my throat had skill
To breathe thee music, faint and still --
Music learned in dreaming deep
In those lands, from Echo's lip....
'Twould lull thy soul to sleep.

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "Tidings", appears in Crossings: A Fairy Play, first published 1921

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