Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
Where shall the lover restSir Walter Scott (17711832)
From ‘Marmion’
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Whom the fates sever
From his true maiden’s breast,
Parted for ever?
Where, through groves deep and high,
Sounds the far billow,
Where early violets die,
Under the willow.
Cool streams are laving;
There, while the tempests sway,
Scarce are boughs waving;
There, thy rest shalt thou take,
Parted for ever,
Never again to wake,
Never, O never!