As I was riding out one day

ELFLAND SINGING

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As I was riding out one day
(Upon the moor, beneath the may)
I chanced a glimpse across the green
(Beyond the thorn-white blossom-sheen)
Although my conscience bade me stay,
My mood was cast by what I’d seen-
So fey.

Oh, Elfland sings in rock and hill
In tones of glass a’ringing still,
A’curving through the frosted air
Beware-
The snare.

As I was poised upon the mound,
My ear was captured by the sound;
My mind was riven; cleft in twain,
As Elfland rose, so I was fain
To think my loved ones all around-
I never saw that by my bane
I’m bound
Unfound.

Oh, songs of Elfland touch the mind
In tones ensnaring humankind,
A’crooning on the bartered breeze
To please.

Now am I lost forevermore,
My future holds a barren store,
I ride no more the leafy track,
And never may I stumble back.
My eyes are dark, my spirit sore,
Regret’s my bed, my cloak, my rack-
Are one-
I’m done.

Elfland’s singing is the voice
A tune to lure ephemeral choice,
A’calling from the hollowed hill
Be still-
Until-
Elfland’s ringing tones of glass
Come skirling o’er the mortal grass
I hear them ever, see them still
Until –
They still.

The Bridge of the Air

Valhalla Dreaming

Weeping Avalon

Atlantis Fading

Eden Sleeping

Raising Lyonesse

Sherwood Waking

Awaiting Tír na nÓg

Elysian-Seeming

Elfland Singing

Leaving Ben Innis

Building the Bridge of the Air