KONRAD WALLENROD.
65
BALLAD.
ALPUJARA.
Ruined lie the Moorish cities,
Still the Moors upraise the sword;
In the country still resisting,
Reigns the pestilence as lord.
And the towers of Alpujara
Brave Almanzor still defends:
Floats below the Spaniard's banner,
Siege to-morrow he intends.
Roar the guns at sunrise loudly,
Ramparts break, and crumble walls;
From the towers the cross gleams proudly,—
Now the Spaniard owns these halls.
Sad Almanzor views his warriors
Slain in battle desperate;
Hews his way through swords and lances,
Flieth Spain's pursuing hate.
Now the Spaniards in the fortress,
'Mid the stones and corpses there,
Hold the feast and drain the wine-cup,
And the spoils and captives share.
