by Walter Scott, Sir (1771 - 1832)

Where shall the lover rest
Language: English 
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.

 Eleu loro, &c. Soft shall be his pillow.

There, through the summer day,
  Cool streams are laving;
There, while the tempests sway,
  Scarce are boughs waving;
There, thy rest shalt thou take,
  Parted for ever,
Never again to wake,
  Never, O never!

 Eleu loro, &c. Never, O never!

Where shall the traitor rest,
  He the deceiver,
Who could win maiden's breast,
  Ruin, and leave her ?
In the lost battle,
  Borne down by the flying,
Where ingles wars rattle,
  With groans of the dying;

 Eleu loro, &c. Soft shall be his pillow.

Her wing shall the eagle flap,
  O'er the false hearted,
This warm blood the wolf shall lap,
  E're life be parted.
Shame and dishonor sit
  By his grave ever,
Blessing shall hallow it
  Never, O never !

 Eleu loro, &c. Soft shall be his pillow.

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:

  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Georg Vierling.
  • Also set in Welsh (Cymraeg), a translation by Thomas Gwynn Jones (1871 - 1949) ; composed by Hugh Hughes.

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2008-06-09
Line count: 40
Word count: 175