Walter Scott Quote

Where shall the lover rest,
Whom the fates sever
From his true maiden's breast,
Parted for ever?
Where, through groves deep and high,
Sounds the far billow,
Where early violets die,
Under the willow.

Marmion, and The lord of the Isles. With intr. and notes by F.T. Palgrave. From the Globe ed. of Scott's poetical works (ed. 1883)