~POESY FOR THE DAY

 

 

The wild rose, eglantine, and broom

Wasted around their rich perfume;

The birch-trees wept in fragrant balm;

The aspens slept beneath the calm;

The silver light, with quivering glance,

Played on the water's still expanse,--

Wild were the heart whose passion's sway

Could rage beneath the sober ray!

~From, "The Lady of the Lake,"

 by Sir Walter Scott~

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