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William Sharp (1855 – 1905)


Scottish writer, of poetry and literary biography in particular, who from 1893 wrote also as Fiona MacLeod, a pseudonym kept almost secret during his lifetime.
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William Sharp
How beautiful they are,
The lordly ones
Who dwell in the hills,
In the hollow hills.
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Across the silent stream
Where the dream-shadows go,
From the dim blue Hill of Dream
I have heard the west wind blow.
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I hear the little children of the wind
Crying solitary in lonely places.




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Down beyond the haven the tide comes with a shout.
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The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea.
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Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight
Of the Valleys of Dream.
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Green wind from the green-gold branches, what is the song you bring?
What are all songs for me, now, who no more care to sing?
Deep in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still,
But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.
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