Poems on Various Subjects (Coleridge)/Effusion 29, Imitated from Ossian
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THE stream with languid murmur creeps,
In Lumin's flowery vale:
Beneath the dew the Lily weeps
Slow-waving to the gale.
"Cease, restless gale! it seems to say
Nor wake me with thy sighing!
The honors of my vernal day
On rapid wing are flying.
To morrow shall the Trav'ller come
Who late beheld me blooming:
His searching eye shall vainly roam
The dreary vale of Lumin."
With eager gaze and wetted cheek
My wonted haunts along,
Thus, faithful Maiden! thou shalt seek
The Youth of simplest song.
But I along the breeze shall roll
The voice of feeble power;
And dwell, the Moon-beam of thy soul,
In Slumber's nightly hour.