Where shall the lover rest <br />Whom the fates sever <br />From his true maiden’s breast <br />Parted for ever? <br />Where, through groves deep and high <br />Sounds the far billow, <br />Where early violets die <br />Under the willow. <br />Eleu loro <br />Soft shall be his pillow. <br /> <br />There through the summer day <br />Cool streams are laving: <br />There, while the tempests sway, <br />Scarce are boughs waving; <br />There thy rest shalt thou take, <br />Parted for ever, <br />Never again to wake <br />Never, O never! <br />Eleu loro <br />Never, O never! <br /> <br />Where shall the traitor rest, <br />He, the deceiver, <br />Who could win maiden’s breast, <br />Ruin, and leave her? <br />In the lost battle, <br />Borne down by the flying, <br />Where mingles war’s rattle <br />With groans of the dying; <br />Eleu loro <br />There shall he be lying. <br /> <br />Her wing shall the eagle flap <br />O’er the falsehearted; <br />His warm blood the wolf shall lap <br />Ere life be parted. <br />Shame and dishonour sit <br />By his grave ever; <br />Blessing shall hallow it <br />Never, O never! <br />Eleu loro <br />Never, O never!<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eleu-loro/
