Calum. This is the place of Angus.
Mairi. This is the place of Angus. Are the hills
As full of terror as they are to-night,
When you are herding in the nights of spring?
As full of terror as they are to-night,
When you are herding in the nights of spring?
Calum. To-night the men of peace have power on earth,
For men have loosed them. Now the hollow caves
Send forth a thousand walkers of the hills,
And all along the beach the voices call,
And fairy torches move among the rocks.
Now the old gods are masters of the world,
And wait to-night the keystone of their power.
For men have loosed them. Now the hollow caves
Send forth a thousand walkers of the hills,
And all along the beach the voices call,
And fairy torches move among the rocks.
Now the old gods are masters of the world,
And wait to-night the keystone of their power.
Mairi. I see them all about me cold and still,
The cruel, lovely faces. From the sea
I hear the voices of a thousand sorrows
Crying the coronach along the beach
For them that will be drowned in years to come.
And in the houses there is wailing too,
And moaning of strong fighters on the hill,
And maidens weeping their virginity,
And old men sorrowing for lost desires.
And the gods sit for ever cold and still,
Mocking the sorrows of the heart of men
With cruel, lovely faces.
The cruel, lovely faces. From the sea
I hear the voices of a thousand sorrows
Crying the coronach along the beach
For them that will be drowned in years to come.
And in the houses there is wailing too,
And moaning of strong fighters on the hill,
And maidens weeping their virginity,
And old men sorrowing for lost desires.
And the gods sit for ever cold and still,
Mocking the sorrows of the heart of men
With cruel, lovely faces.
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