<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519738" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Waverly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Late, when the Autumn evening fell<br>On Mirkwood–Mere's romantic dell,<br>The lake return'd, in chasten’d gleam,<br>The purple cloud, the golden beam:<br>Reflected in the crystal pool,<br>Headland and bank lay fair and cool;<br>The weather-tinted rock and tower,<br>Each drooping tree, each fairy flower,<br>So true, so soft, the mirror gave,<br>As if there lay beneath the wave,<br>Secure from trouble, toil, and care,<br>A world than earthly world more fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But distant winds began to wake,<br>And roused the Genius of the Lake!<br>He heard the groaning of the oak,<br>And donn'd at once his sable cloak,<br>As warrior, at the battle-cry,<br>Invests him with his panoply:<br>Then, as the whirlwind nearer press’d<br>He 'gan to shake his foamy crest<br>O'er furrow'd brow and blacken'd cheek,<br>And bade his surge in thunder speak.<br>In wild and broken eddies whirl'd.<br>Flitted that fond ideal world,<br>And to the shore in tumult tost<br>The realms of fairy bliss were lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, with a stern delight and strange,<br>I saw the spirit-stirring change,<br>As warr'd the wind with wave and wood,<br>Upon the ruin'd tower I stood,<br>And felt my heart more strongly bound,<br>Responsive to the lofty sound,<br>While, joying in the mighty roar,<br>I mourn’d that tranquil scene no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, on the idle dreams of youth,<br>Breaks the loud trumpet-call of truth,<br>Bids each fair vision pass away,<br>Like landscape on the lake that lay,<br>As fair, as flitting, and as frail,<br>As that which fled the Autumn gale.-— <br>For ever dead to fancy's eye<br>Be each gay form that glided by,<br>While dreams of love and lady's charms<br>Give place to honour and to arms!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519738" data-title="Waverly de Sir Walter Scott" data-description="Late, when the Autumn evening fell On Mirkwood–Mere's romantic dell, The lake return'd, in chasten’d gleam, The purple cloud, the golden beam: Reflected in the crystal pool, Headland and bank lay fair and cool; The weather-tinted roc..."></div> </div> </div>

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