He is gone on the mountain,
He is lost to the forest,
Like a summer-dried fountain,
When our need was the sorest.


The Lady of the Lake (1810) canto 3, st. 16


He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest.

He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest.

He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest.

He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest.