XII. “And cherished still by that unchanging race, Are themes for minstrelsy more high than thine; Of strange tradition many a mystic trace, Legend and vision, prophecy and sign; Where wonders wild of Arabesque combine With Gothic imagery of darker shade, Forming a model meet for minstrel line. Go, seek such theme!”—the Mountain Spirit said. With filial awe I heard—I heard, and I obeyed. THE VISION OF DON RODERICK. I. REARING their crests amid the cloudless skies, And darkly clustering in the pale moonlight, Toledo’s holy towers and spires arise, As from a trembling lake of silver white. Their mingled shadows intercept the sight Of the broad burial-ground outstretched below, And nought disturbs the silence of the night; All sleeps in sullen shade, or silver glow, All save the heavy swell of Teio’s ceaseless flow. II. All save the rushing swell of Teio’s tide, Or, distant heard, a courser’s neigh or tramp; Their changing rounds as watchful horsemen ride, To guard the limits of King Roderick’s camp. For through the river’s night-fog rolling damp Was many a proud pavilion dimly seen, Which glimmered back, against the moon’s fair lamp, Tissues of silk and silver twisted sheen, And standards proudly pitched, and warders armed between. III. But of their Monarch’s person keeping ward, Since last the deep-mouthed bell of vespers tolled, The chosen soldiers of the royal guard The post beneath the proud Cathedral hold: A band unlike their Gothic sires of old, Who, for the cap of steel and iron mace, Bear slender darts, and casques bedecked with gold, While silver-studded belts their shoulders grace, Where ivory quivers ring in the broad falchion’s place. IV. In the light language of an idle court, They murmured at their master’s long delay, And held his lengthened orisons in sport:— “What! will Don Roderick here till morning stay, To wear in shrift and prayer the night away? And are his hours in such dull penance past, For fair Florinda’s plundered charms to pay?” Then to the east their weary eyes they cast, And wished the lingering dawn would glimmer forth at last. V.