In the torch-lit city of Finias that flames on the brow of the South The Spear that divideth the heart is held in a brazen mouth -- Arias the flame-white keeps it, he whose laughter is heard Where never a man has wandered, where never a god has stirred. High kings have sought it, great queens have sought it, poets have dreamed -- And ever louder and louder the flame-white laughter of Arias streamed. For kingdoms shaken and queens forsaken and high hopes starved in their drouth, These are the torches ablaze on the walls of Finias that lightens the South. Forbear, O Arias, forbear, forbear -- lift not the dreadful Spear -- I had but dreamed of thee, Finias, Finias . . . now I am stricken . . . now I am here!
- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "Finias", appears in The Hour of Beauty, first published 1907 [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 Marshall H. Barnes (b. 1921), "Finias" [mixed chorus and orchestra], from A Dirge of Four Cities [text not verified]
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