The Bard of ancient lore! Like one forlorn,
He turned, enamoured, to the silent Past;
And searching down its mazes gray and vast,
As you might find the blossom by the thorn,
He found fair things in barren places cast
And brought them up into the light of morn.
Lo! Truth, resplendent, as a tropic dawn,
Shines always through his wondrous pictures! Hence
The many quick emotions which are born
Of an Imagination so intense!
The chargers hoofs come tearing up the sward
The claymores rattle in the restless sheath;
You close his page, and almost look abroad
For Highland glens and windy leagues of heath.
Sonnets - Sir Walter Scott
Henry Kendall
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