Till the light of other moments in thy melting eyes he trace, And the gates of Paradise are opened in thy warm embrace. Since thou knowest that death to me and thee will strike an equal blow, It is just that, while we live, our hearts with equal hopes should glow. Then no longer vex thy lover with complaints that he may change; Darling, oft these bitter questions can the fondest love estrange; No, I dream not of estrangement, for thy Chico evermore Thinks upon his Vindaraja's image only to adore." THE INFANTA SEVILLA AND PERANZUELOS Upon Toledo's loftiest towers Sevilla kept the height; So wondrous fair was she that love Was blinded at the sight. She stood amid the battlements, And gazed upon the scene Where Tagus runs through woodland And flowers and glades of green. And she saw upon the wide highway The figure of a knight; He rode upon a dappled steed, And all his arms were bright. Seven Moors in chains he led with him, And one arm's length aloof Came a dog of a Moor from Morocco's shore In arms of double proof. His steed was swift, his countenance In a warlike scowl was set, And in his furious rage he cursed The beard of Mahomet! He shouted, as he galloped up: "Now halt thee, Christian hound; I see at the head of thy captive band My sire, in fetters bound. "And the rest are brothers of my blood, And friends I long to free; And if thou wilt surrender all, I'll pay thee gold and fee." When Peranzuelos heard him, He wheeled his courser round. With lance in rest, he hotly pressed To strike him to the ground; His sudden rage and onset came Swift as the thunder's sound. The Moor at the first encounter reeled To earth, from his saddle bow; And the Christian knight, dismounting, Set heel on the neck of his foe. He cleft his head from his shoulders, And, marshalling his train, Made haste once more on his journey Across Toledo's plain. CELIN'S FAREWELL He sadly gazes back again upon those bastions high, The towers and fretted battlements that soar into the sky; And Celin, whom the King in wrath has from Granada banned Weeps as he turns to leave for aye his own dear native land; No hope has he his footsteps from exile to retrace; No hope again to look upon his lady's lovely face. Then sighing deep he went his way, and as he went he said: "I see thee shining from afar, As in heaven's arch some radiant star. Granada, queen and crown of loveliness, Listen to my lament, and mourn for my distress.