There, where the trees their thickest foliage spread Dark o’er that silent valley of the dead; Where two fair pillars rise, embower’d and lone, Not yet with ivy clad, with moss o’ergrown, Young Hamet kneels--while thus his vows are pour’d, The fearful vows that consecrate his sword: --“Spirit of him who first within my mind Each loftier aim, each nobler thought enshrined, And taught my steps the line of light to trace Left by the glorious fathers of my race, Hear thou my voice!--for thine is with me still, In every dream its tones my bosom thrill, In the deep calm of midnight they are near, Midst busy throngs they vibrate on my ear, Still murmuring ‘vengeance!’--nor in vain the call, Few, few shall triumph in a hero’s fall! Cold as thine own to glory and to fame, Within my heart there lives one only aim; There, till th’ oppressor for thy fate atone, Concentring every thought, it reigns alone. I will not weep--revenge, not grief, must be, And blood, not tears, an offering meet for thee; But the dark hour of stern delight will come, And thou shalt triumph, warrior! in thy tomb. “Thou, too, my brother! thou art pass’d away, Without thy fame, in life’s fair dawning day. Son of the brave! of thee no trace will shine In the proud annals of thy lofty line; Nor shall thy deeds be deathless in the lays That hold communion with the after-days. Yet, by the wreaths thou might’st have nobly won, Hadst thou but lived till rose thy noontide sun; By glory lost, I swear! by hope betray’d, Thy fate shall amply, dearly, be repaid: War with thy foes I deem a holy strife, And to avenge thy death devote my life. “Hear ye my vows, O spirits of the slain! Hear, and be with me on the battle-plain! At noon, at midnight, still around me bide, Rise on my dreams, and tell me how ye died!” [65] Zambra, a Moorish dance. [66] The Hall of Lions was the principal one of the Alhambra, and was so called from twelve sculptured lions which supported an alabaster basin in the centre. [67] Aben-Zurrahs: the name thus written is taken from the translation of an Arabic MS. given in the third volume of Bourgoanne’s Travels through Spain. [68] The Vega, the plain surrounding Granada, the scene of frequent actions between the Moors and Christians. [69] Transcriber’s Note: Anchor not found on original page 68 footnote 3. An extreme redness in the sky is the presage of the Simoom.--See Bruce’s _Travels_.