With bands of noble gentlemen, And banners wav'd before; And gentle youth and maidens gay, And snowy plumes they wore;It would have been a beauteous dream, -If it had been no more! Alas, alas, fair Ines, She went away with song, 35 With Music waiting on her steps, 40 In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, Farewell, farewell, fair Ines, Nor danc'd so light before,45 Alas for pleasure on the sea, 5 That walks beneath their light, 15 And breathes the love against thy cheek 10 And sorrow on the shore! The smile that blest one lover's heart Has broken many more! RUTH 1827 She stood breast high amid the corn,1 On her cheek an autumn flush, In the midst of brown was born, Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, And her hat, with shady brim, Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean Where I reap thou shouldst but glean, Lay thy sheaf adown and come, Share my harvest and my home. I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER 1827 I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; 1 wheat shocks of grain |