Author: George William Russell (1867-1935)

A. E. [pseudonym]

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Affinity (You and I have found the secret way ) - F. Hart
Alien (Dark glowed the vales of amethyst) - F. Hart
As from our dream we died away
S. Bax, F. Hart: Parting

As one by one the veils took flight
F. Hart: Creation

Awakening (The lights shone down the street) - F. Hart
Carrowmore (It's a lonely road through bogland to the lake at Carrowmore) - S. Bantock
Creation (As one by one the veils took flight) - F. Hart
Dark glowed the vales of amethyst
F. Hart: Alien

I begin through the grass once again to be bound to the Lord
B. Treharne: Reconciliation

I woke to find my pillow wet
F. Hart: The dream

Inspiration (Lightest of dancers, with no thought) - F. Hart
It's a lonely road through bogland to the lake at Carrowmore
S. Bantock: Carrowmore

Lightest of dancers, with no thought
F. Hart: Inspiration

Mistrust (You look at me with wan, bright eyes) - F. Hart
Momentary (The sweetest song was ever sung ) - F. Hart
On me to rest, my bird my bird
P. Glanville-Hicks, W. Busch, F. Hart: Rest

Parting (As from our dream we died away) - S. Bax, F. Hart
Reconciliation (I begin through the grass once again to be bound to the Lord) - B. Treharne
Rest (On me to rest, my bird my bird ) - P. Glanville-Hicks, W. Busch, F. Hart
The dream (I woke to find my pillow wet ) - F. Hart
The lights shone down the street
F. Hart: Awakening

The sweetest song was ever sung
F. Hart: Momentary

When (When mine hour is come let no teardrop fall) - S. Dillon, F. Hart
When mine hour is come let no teardrop fall
S. Dillon, F. Hart: When

You and I have found the secret way
F. Hart: Affinity

You look at me with wan, bright eyes
F. Hart: Mistrust