The sun upon the lake is low, <br />The wild birds hush their song, <br />The hills have evening's deepest glow, <br />Yet Leonard tarries long. <br />Now all whom varied toil and care <br />From home and love divide, <br />In the calm sunset may repair <br />Each to the loved one's side. <br /> <br />The noble dame, on turret high, <br />Who waits her gallant knight, <br />Looks to the western beam to spy <br />The flash of armour bright. <br />The village maid, with hand on brow <br />The level ray to shade, <br />Upon the footpath watches now <br />For Colin's darkening plaid. <br /> <br />Now to their mates the wild swans row, <br />By day they swam apart, <br />And to the thicket wanders slow <br />The hind beside the hart. <br />The woodlark at his partner's side <br />Twitters his closing song - <br />All meet whom day and care divide, <br />But Leonard tarries long!<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/datur-hora-quieti/
