1. The lament of Ian the Proud
2. Thy dark eyes to mine
3. The rose of the night

1
What is this crying that I hear in the wind?
Is it the old sorrow and the old grief?
Or is it a new thing coming a whirling leaf
About the gray hair of me who am weary and blind?
I know not what it is but on the moor above the shore
There is a stone which the purple nets of heather bind
And thereon is writ She will return no more.
O blown whirling leaf and the old grief
And wind crying to me who am old and blind!

2
Thy dark eyes to mine Eilidh
Lamps of desire!
O how my soul leaps
Leaps to their fire!

Sure now if I in heaven
Dreaming in bliss
Heard but a whisper
But the lost echo even
Of one such kiss --

All of the Soul of me
Would leap afar -
If that called me to thee
Aye I would leap afar
A falling star!

3
The dark rose of thy mouth
Draw nigher draw nigher!
Thy breath is the wind of the south
A wind of fire
The wind and the rose and darkness
O Rose of my Desire!