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