Where shall the lover rest? by Hubert Parry Lyrics

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

Eleu loro, soft shall be his pillow

There, through the summer day
Cool streams are laving;
There, while the tempests sway
Scarce are boughs waving;
There, thy rest shalt thou take
Parted for ever
Never again to wake
Never, O never!

Eleu loro, never, O never!
Where shall the traitor rest
He the deceiver
Who could win maiden’s breast
Ruin, and leave her ?
In the lost battle
Borne down by the flying
Where ingles wars rattle
With groans of the dying;

Eleu loro, soft shall be his pillow

Her wing shall the eagle flap
O'er the false hearted
This warm blood the wolf shall lap
E're life be parted
Shame and dishonor sit
By his grave ever
Blessing shall hallow it
Never, O never !

Eleu loro, soft shall be his pillow