Sir Walter Scott: The Lady of the Lake (Canto I) (part)

O, wake once more! how rude soe’er the hand

    That ventures o’er thy magic maze to stray; 

 O, wake once more! though scarce my skill 

command Some feeble echoing of thine earlier lay:

 Though harsh and faint, and soon to die away, 

    And all unworthy of thy nobler strain, 

 Yet if one heart throb higher at its sway, 

    The wizard note has not been touched in vain. 

 Then silent be no more! Enchantress, wake again!