That from his gamesome pranks befel,
And truly, in a double sense
He proved a very “dear gazelle.”
At length I sighed—“Ah! ever thus
Doth disappointment mock each hope;
But ’tis in vain to make a fuss
You’ll have to go, my antelope.”
I said “This antler’d desert child
In Turkish Palaces may roam
But he’s much too free and wild