Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.
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Where shall the lover rest,_x000D_ _x000D_ Whom the fates sever_x000D_ _x000D_ From his true maiden's breast,_x000D_ _x000D_ Parted for ever?_x000D_ _x000D_ Where, through groves deep and high,_x000D_ _x000D_ Sounds the far billow,_x000D_ _x000D_ Where early violets die,_x000D_ _x000D_ Under the willow.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the sorrow of separation between lovers and the longing for a reunion.
Walter Scott's quote captures the deep emotional turmoil faced by someone who has been separated from their beloved. It evokes imagery of nature to express the aching loss and the search for solace amidst grief, portraying the pain of love that is thwarted by fate and the desire for a connection that feels irreparably severed.
Themes
LoveSeparationLongingGriefNatureFate
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a romantic letter to express feelings of loss.
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