GOOD-BYE, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now are silent, Our Swallows flown away,-- But Robin's here, in coat of brown, With ruddy breast-knot gay. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! Robin singing sweetly In the falling of the year. Bright yellow, red, and orange, The leaves come down in hosts; The trees are Indian Princes, But soon they'll turn to Ghosts; The scanty pears and apples Hang russet on the bough, It's Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late, 'Twill soon be Winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And welaway! my Robin, For pinching times are near. The fireside for the Cricket, The wheatstack for the Mouse, When trembling night-winds whistle And moan all round the house; The frosty ways like iron, The branches plumed with snow,-- Alas! in Winter, dead and dark, Where can poor Robin go? Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear, And a crumb of bread for Robin, His little heart to cheer. [Illustration] AMY MARGARET. AMY MARGARET'S five years old, Amy Margaret's hair is gold, Dearer twenty-thousand-fold Than gold, is Amy Margaret. "Amy" is friend, is "Margaret" The pearl for crown or carkanet? Or peeping daisy, Summer's pet? Which are you, Amy Margaret? A friend, a daisy, and a pearl; A kindly, simple, precious girl,-- Such, howsoe'er the world may twirl, Be ever,--Amy Margaret! [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] JINGLE, JANGLE! JINGLE, jangle! Riot and wrangle! What shall we do With people like you? Here's Jingle! There's Jangle! Here's Riot! There's Wrangle! Never was seen such a turbulent crew! _You_, north must go To a hut of snow; _You_, south, in a trice, To an island of spice; _You_, off to Persia And sit on a hill, _You_, to that chair And be five minutes' still! [Illustration] DREAMING. A STRANGE little Dream On a long star-beam Ran down from the midnight skies, To curly-hair'd Fred Asleep in his bed, With the lids on his merry blue eyes. Under each lid The thin Dream slid, And spread to a picture inside, A new World there, Most strange and rare, Tho' just by our garden-side. Rivers and Rocks, And a Treasure-Box, And Floating in Air without wings, And the Speaking Beast, And a Royal Feast, My chair beside the King's;