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   Chapter 91 CORONACH

The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 754

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03


370 He is gone on the mountain,

He is lost to the forest,

Like a summer-dried fountain,

When our need was the sorest.

The font, reappearing,

375 From the raindrops shall borrow,

But to us comes no cheering,

To Duncan no morrow!

The hand of the reaper

Takes the ears that are hoary,

380 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,

385 When blighting was nearest.

Fleet foot on the correi,note

Sage counsel in cumber,note

Red hand in the foray,

How sound is thy slumber!

390 Like dew on the mountain,

Like the foam on the river,

Like the bubble on the fountain

Thou art gone, and forever!

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