Walter Scott: Where shall the lover rest, Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast, Parted for ever? Where, through groves d

Where shall the lover rest, Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast, — Walter Scott

Where shall the lover rest, Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast, Parted for ever? Where, through groves deep and high, Sounds the far billow, Where early violets die, Under the willow.

Walter Scott

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