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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume III. Sorrow and Consolation.  1904.
V. Death and Bereavement
Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)
From “The Lady of the Lake,” Canto III.

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,        5
  From the rain-drops shall borrow,
But to us comes no cheering,
  To Duncan no morrow:
The hand of the reaper
  Takes the ears that are hoary;        10
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        15
  When blighting was nearest.
Fleet foot on the correi,
  Sage counsel in cumber,
Red hand in the foray,
  How sound is thy slumber!        20
Like the 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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