JOSÈ ZORRILLA.
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"If better seem thy castles there
Than here our gardens shine,
And thy flowers are more beautiful,
Because in Leon thine;
"And thou hast given thy youthful love
One of thy warriors there,
Houri of Eden! weep no more,
But to thy knights repair!"
Then giving her his chosen steed,
And half his lordly train,
The Moorish chieftain turn'd him back
In silence home again.
ROMANCE. THE WAKING.
No sound is in the midnight air,
No colour in its shade,
The old are resting free from care,
Duenna's voice is stay'd;
But when all else in slumber meet,
We two are waking nigh,
She on the grated window's seat,
And at its foot am I.
