Poems of Felicia Hemans in A Collection of Peninsular Melodies 1830/The Zegri Maid
From the same review in The Edinburgh Literary Journal, Jan.-June, 1830, pages 185-186
THE ZEGRI MAID.
By Mrs Hemans.
"The summer leaves were sighing
Around the Zegri maid,
To her lone sad song replying,
As it fill'd the olive shade.—
'Alas! for her that loveth
Her land's, her kindred's foe!
Where a Christian Spaniard roveth
Should a Zegri's spirit go?
" 'From thy glance, my gentle mother!
I sink with shame oppress'd;
And the dark eye of my brother
Is an arrow to my breast.'
Where summer leaves were sighing,
Thus sung the Zegri maid,
While the crimson day was dying
In the whispering olive shade.
" 'And for this heart's wealth wasted,
This woe in secret borne,
This flower of young life blasted,
Should I win back aught but scorn?
By aught but daily dying
Would my lone truth be repaid?'
Where summer leaves were sighing,
Thus sung the Zegri maid."