"O maiden! no such cheating words, 66 66 Whose sharpen'd point is moving there?" And shame and death are now my due." Cancionero de Amberes, 1555. III. 179. THE MUSIC OF THE MATIN-BELLS.. "En campaña madre." THE music of the matin bells Across the fields is thrown, And while their sound with echo dwells, O I am left alone. When first the sunbeams leave the hills, And hasten on the day, O then the matin-music fills Morn's solitary way. But at their call my glory wakes To welcome in the dawn, And then her early walks she takes I now am like a mournful morn, Where my soul's light,-my maiden's brow, No ray of joy can give? No peace I feel, no hope I own, For I am left alone. Romancero General, Madrid. 1604, p. 449. WHEN SHE IS TWENTY. "Niña de quince años." IF now, though but fifteen, we see The maiden clad with charms in plenty, O what an angel she will be When she is twenty! I saw her on a balcony, O melancholy day! For she remain'd in liberty, And I in fetters lay. Her every hair is like a chain, Which her admirer binds, And though he would escape, 'tis vain, He is a slave he finds; And oft I sigh'd, and silently, O, lady fair, relent ye! For what an angel will she be When she is twenty! One glance of thought,-one fond desire, Bright from her eyes of love, Would set a thousand hearts on fire, A thousand spirits move. When to the fount she's wont to go, Whene'er she wrings her robes of snow, I'm never absent there: And oft I say,-Bright eyes! to me What evil spirit sent ye? For what an angel will she be No sunny ray her garments dries, The sunny rays are vain ; For, lo! the torrents from my eyes And if in tender infancy She graces bear in plenty, O what an angel will she be When she is twenty! Romancero General. Madrid, 1604, p. 226. |