Fiona MacLeod (William Sharp) (1855–1905)

HIS face was glad as dawn to me,

His breath was sweet as dusk to me,

His eyes were burning flames to me,

Shule, shule, shule, agrah!

The broad noon-day was night to me,

The full-moon night was dark to me,

The stars whirl’d and the poles span

The hour that God took him far from me.

Perhaps he dreams in heaven now,

Perhaps he doth in worship bow,

A white flame round his foam-white brow,

Shule, shule, shule, agrah!

I laugh to think of him like this,

Who once found all his joy and bliss

Against my heart, against my kiss,

Shule, shule, shule, agrah!

Star of my joy, art still the same

Now thou hast gotten a new name?

Pulse of my heart, my Blood, my Flame,

Shule, shule, shule, agrah!