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 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, 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.

Farewell, farewell, fair Ines! That vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck, Nor danced so light before,— Alas for pleasure on the sea, And sorrow on the shore! The smile that bless'd one lover's heart Has broken many more!

651. Time of Roses

It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses— We pluck'd them as we pass'd!

That churlish season never frown'd On early lovers yet: O no—the world was newly crown'd With flowers when first we met!