Eilidh, Eilidh, Eilidh, heart of me, dear and sweetIn dreams I am hearing the whisper, the sound of your running feetthat like the sea-hoofs beat a music by day and night, Eilidh,On the sands of my heart, my sweet.O sands, of my heart, what wind moans low along thy shadowy shore?Is that the deep seaheart I hear with the dying sob at its core?Each dim lost wave that lapses is like a closing door:'