The Arabian Nights rehearsed in bed! The omne bene-Christmas come! But now I write for days and days, Then home, sweet home! the crowded coachThe joyous shout-the loud approach The winding horns like rams'! The meeting sweet that made me thrill, When that I was a tiny boy FAIR INES. O SAW ye not fair Ines ? With morning blushes on her cheek, II. O turn again, fair Ines, Before the fall of night, For fear the Moon should shine alone, And stars unrivall'd bright; And blessed will the lover be That walks beneath their light, And breathes the love against thy cheek I dare not even write! III. Would I had been, fair Ines, Who rode so gaily by thy side, And whisper'd thee so near! Were there no bonny dames at home, Or no true lovers here, That he should cross the seas to win IV. I saw thee, lovely Ines, With bands of noble gentlemen, And banners waved before; And gentle youth and maidens gay, And snowy plumes they wore ;— Alas, alas, fair Ines, V. She went away with song, With Music waiting on her steps, And shoutings of the throng; But some were sad, and felt no mirth, But only Music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, To her you 've loved so long. VI Farewell, farewell, fair Ines, So fair a lady on its deck, The smile that blest one lover's heart many more! N THE DEPARTURE OF SUMMER. SUMMER is gone on swallows' wings, For once had turn'd a prophetess. Yes, Summer's gone like pageant bright; Its glorious days of golden light Are gone the mimic suns that quiver, |