(This lady was a grand-daughter of R. B. Sheridan.)
THE ARAB’S FAREWELL TO HIS STEED.
My beautiful, my beautiful! that standest meekly by,
With thy proudly arched and glossy neck, and dark and fiery eye!
Fret not to roam the desert now with all thy wingèd speed;
I may not mount on thee again!—thou’rt sold, my Arab steed!
Fret not with that impatient hoof—snuff not the breezy wind;
The farther that thou fliest now, so far am I behind;
The stranger hath thy bridle-rein, thy master hath his gold:—
Fleet-limbed and beautiful, farewell!—thou’rt sold, my steed, thou’rt sold!