The stream with languid murmur creeps, <br />In Lumin's flowery vale: <br />Beneath the dew the Lily weeps <br />Slow-waving to the gale. <br /> <br />'Cease, restless gale! 'it seems to say, <br />'Nor wake me with thy sighing! <br />The honours of my vernal day <br />On rapid wing are flying. <br /> <br />Tomorrow shall the Traveller come <br />Who late beheld me blooming: <br />His searching eye shall vainly roam <br />The dreary vale of Lumin.' <br /> <br />With eager gaze and wetted cheek <br />My wonted haunts along, <br />Thus, faithful Maiden! thou shalt seek <br />The Youth of simplest song. <br /> <br />But I along the breeze shall roll <br />The voice of feeble power; <br />And dwell, the Moon-beam of thy soul, <br />In Slumber's nightly hour.<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imitated-from-ossian/
