How beautiful they are, the lordly ones Who dwell in the hills, in the hollow hills. They have faces like flow’rs And their breath is a wind That blows over summer meadows Filled with dewy clover. Their limbs are more white than shafts of moonshine, They are more fleet than the March wind, They laugh and are glad and are terrible When their lances shake and glitter Ev’ry green reed quivers. How beautiful they are, How beautiful, The lordly ones in the hollow hills.
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Rutland Boughton (1878 - 1960), "Faery song", published 1919 [voice and piano], from The Immortal Hour, London, Stainer & Bell [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Mike Pearson
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