SONG <br /> <br /> <br /> Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, <br /> Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking: <br /> Dream of battled fields no more, <br /> Days of danger, nights of waking. <br /> In our isle's enchanted hall, <br /> Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, <br /> Fairy strains of music fall, <br /> Every sense in slumber dewing. <br /> Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, <br /> Dream of fighting fields no more: <br /> Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, <br /> Morn of toil, nor night of waking. <br /> <br /> No rude sound shall reach thine ear, <br /> Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, <br /> Trump nor pibroch summon here <br /> Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. <br /> Yet the lark's shrill fife may come <br /> At the day-break from the fallow, <br /> And the bittern sound his drum, <br /> Booming from the sedgy shallow. <br /> Ruder sounds shall none be near, <br /> Guards nor warders challenge here, <br /> Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, <br /> Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.... <br /> <br /> <br /> Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done, <br /> While our slumbrous spells assail ye, <br /> Dream not, with the rising sun, <br /> Bugles here shall sound reveillé. <br /> Sleep! the deer is in his den; <br /> Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; <br /> Sleep! nor dream in yonder glen, <br /> How thy gallant steed lay dying. <br /> Huntsman, rest; thy chase is done, <br /> Think not of the rising sun, <br /> For at dawning to assail ye, <br /> Here no bugles sound reveillé.<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lady-of-the-lake-canto-1-excerpt/
