DATUR HORA QUIETI
by: Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)
- HE 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!
POEMS BY SIR WALTER SCOTT
"Datur Hora Quieti" is
reprinted from The Golden Treasury. Ed. Francis T. Palgrave.
London: Macmillan, 1875.