Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
CoronachSir Walter Scott (17711832)
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He is lost to the forest,
Like a summer-dried fountain,
When our need was the sorest.
The fount, re-appearing,
From the raindrop shall borrow,
But to us comes no cheering,
To Duncan no morrow!
Takes the ears that are hoary;
But the voice of the weeper
Wails manhood in glory.
The autumn winds rushing
Waft the leaves that are searest;
But our flower was in flushing
When blighting was nearest.
Sage counsel in cumber,
Red hand in the foray,
How sound is thy slumber!
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou art gone, and forever!