"WHERE SHALL THE LOVER REST"

Where shall the lover rest

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.

Eleu loro

Soft shall be his pillow.

There through the summer day

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!

Eleu loro

Never, O never!

Sir Walter Scott

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