Imitated from Ossian

The stream with languid murmur creeps,

       &nbspIn Lumin's flowery vale:

Beneath the dew the Lily weeps

       &nbspSlow-waving to the gale.





'Cease, restless gale!' it seems to say,

       &nbsp'Nor wake me with thy sighing!

The honours of my vernal day

       &nbspOn rapid wing are flying.





'To-morrow shall the Traveller come

       &nbspWho late beheld me blooming:

His searching eye shall vainly roam

       &nbspThe dreary vale of Lumin.'





With eager gaze and wetted cheek

       &nbspMy wonted haunts along,

Thus, faithful Maiden! thou shalt seek

       &nbspThe Youth of simplest song.



But I along the breeze shall roll

       &nbspThe voice of feeble power;

And dwell, the Moon-beam of thy soul,

       &nbspIn Slumber's nightly hour.