Classic Poem

‘ THE SUN UPON THE LAKE ’

The 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 armor 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.