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(From The Lady of the Lake)
THE SUMMER dawn’s reflected hue | |
| To purple changed Loch-Katrine blue; | |
| Mildly and soft the western breeze | |
| Just kissed the lake, just stirred the trees, | |
| And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, | 5 |
| Trembled, but dimpled not for joy; | |
| The mountain shadows on her breast | |
| Were neither broken nor at rest; | |
| In bright uncertainty they lie, | |
| Like future joys to fancy’s eye. | 10 |
| The water-lily to the light | |
| Her chalice reared of silver bright; | |
| The doe awoke, and to the lawn, | |
| Begemmed with dew-drops, led her fawn; | |
| The gray mist left the mountain side, | 15 |
| The torrent showed its glistening pride; | |
| Invisible in flecked sky, | |
| The lark sent down her revelry; | |
| The blackbird and the speckled thrush | |
| Good-morrow gave from brake and bush; | 20 |
| In answer cooed the cushat dove | |
| Her notes of peace and rest and love. | |
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