Fiona McLeod (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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Across the silent stream
Where the dream-shadows go,
From the dim blue Hill of Dream
I have heard the west wind blow.
The desire of love, Joy:
The desire of life, Peace:
The desire of the soul, Heaven:
The desire of God ... a flame-white secret forever.
The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea.
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.
Love is a beautiful dream.
Down beyond the haven the tide comes with a shout.
Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight
Of the Valleys of Dream.
How beautiful they are,
The lordly ones
Who dwell in the hills,
In the hollow hills.
I hear the little children of the wind
Crying solitary in lonely places.
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