His style was now influenced by Irish folk music, and subsequently, through early travels in Europe, by Russian music (folk, concert, and especially liturgical). Later in life he discovered an equal affinity for Scandinavia and formed a sort of mutual admiration society with Sibelius. Despite his former association with Irish patriots, he was knighted in 1937 and appointed Master of the King's Music on the death of Walford Davies in 1942 - ironically, two years after he had completed the bulk of his life's work and given up musical composition, (fortunately, only temporarily).
No one can appreciate Bax's music without an understanding of his own self-description as a 'brazen Romantic', meaning that the medium was, for him, primarily for the expression of emotional states. He was not interested in abstract sound for its own sake - even though, as it happens, he was a prodigious pianist and his formal structures are always tightly controlled.6 Another romantic tendency was his love of landscape in general and of wild, remote and preferably sea-girt solitudes in particular.
Yet another was his complex and brazenly heterosexual love life. His travels in Russia (1910) were in vain pursuit of an unrequited love for a vain and faithless Russian beauty. Returned home, he married in 1911, moved to Dublin, and tried to settle down to domesticity. But within a few years he left his wife to pursue a passionate relationship with the beautiful and celebrated pianist Harriet Cohen, whom he had met in 1914.
Despite this and other affairs, the real love of his life was the relatively obscure but charming and devoted Mary Gleaves, whom he met in 1926. Not that he lived permanently with her, or for long with anyone. Nomadic by nature, he spent much of his life on the move, living and working in hotels (notably at Morar, Scotland) or staying with friends in Ireland (especially Cork and Glencolumcille).
In 1940, having completed his seventh symphony, he temporarily retired from composition - 'like a grocer', as he put it - and spent his remaining years at the White Horse Hotel, Storrington, Sussex, in an unheated room and without a piano. (But within easy walking distance of Harriet Cohen.) In 1943 he wrote Farewell my Youth, an autobiographical fragment covering his life up to about 1920 - a fluent and witty work, but full of pseudonyms and false trails that have since been researched by Lewis Foreman and explicated in his biography of the composer.
Arnold Bax died in Cork in 1953.