English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 437. Coronach |
| | | Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832) |
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| 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 raindrops shall borrow, | |
| But to us comes no cheering, | |
| To Duncan no morrow! | |
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| 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 serest, | |
| But our flower was in flushing | 15 |
| When blighting was nearest. | |
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| 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 for ever. | |
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