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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lament For Shuil Donald’s Daughter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IN old Shuil Donald's cottage there are many voices weeping, <br>And stifled sobs, and murmurings of sorrow wild and vain, <br>For the old man's cherish'd blessing on her bed of death lies sleeping,-- <br>The sleep from which no human wish can rouse her soul again. <br>Oh, dark are now those gentle eyes which shone beneath their lashes <br>So full of laughter and of love--it seems but yesterday-- <br>Well may Shuil Donald mourn beside his hearth's forsaken ashes, <br>His lily of the valley is wither'd away! <br>II.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The spring shall come to other hearts with breezes and with showers, <br>But lonely winter still shall reign in old Shuil Donald's home; <br>Others may raise the song of joy, and laugh away the hours, <br>But he--oh! never more may joy to his lone dwelling come. <br>Her name shall be an empty sound, in idle converse spoken, <br>Forgotten shall she be by those who mourn her most to-day-- <br>All, all but one, who wanders with his Highland spirit broken, <br>His lily of the valley is wither'd away! <br>III.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And he--long, long, at even-tide, when sunset rays are gleaming, <br>That sad old man shall sit within his lonely cottage door, <br>Desolate, desolate shall sit, and muse with idle dreaming <br>On days when her returning step came quick across the moor. <br>Oh! never more her quiet smile, her cheerful voice of greeting, <br>Shall rouse to warmth his aged heart, when darkly sinks the day-- <br>Never, oh! never more on earth those loved ones may be meeting-- <br>His lily of the valley is wither'd away!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a></strong></div>

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