Imitated From Ossian

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Title:     Imitated From Ossian
Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge [More Titles by Coleridge]

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 honours of my vernal day
On rapid wing are flying.

'To-morrow shall the Traveller 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.

1793.

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem: Imitated From Ossian

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