The autumn winds rushing. Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber, Red hand in the foray, How sound is thy slumber! Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever!
Walter ScottAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer, Poet
- Nationality: scottish
- Born: August 14, 1771
- Died: September 21, 1832
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