JUAN MANUEL. ROMANCE. "Gritando va el caballero." ALL alone the knight is wandering, Lined with serge, he walks aloneTo the dreary, trackless mountains and mourn. He retires to weep Barefoot-lonely—and deserted, Where the voice of lovely woman Where no human beings dwell; Sadder than the thoughts can tell. Of a yellow wood he built it, Of a wood that's call'd despair ; Black the stone that form'd the dwelling, Black the blending mortar there. Roof he raised of gloomy tilings, O'er the beams of ebony; Sheets of lead he made his flooring, Heavy as his misery. Leaden were the doors he sculptured, Faded vine leaves on the floor. Than the mouths of stern Paulār; Like that dark and yellow wood; ⚫ Desesperar. And an alabaster altar Even before that emblem stood, There a taper of bitumen O'er the altar faintly moved; And the image of his lady, Of the lady that he loved, There he placed; her form of silver, Clad in robes of silvery damask, On her head a royal coronet, Such as honour'd monarchs see 'Twas adorn'd with chestnut branches Two and twenty years the maiden Tell me how to sing his sorrow, Who thus mourn'd his perish'd maid : ▾ Castañas-casta (chaste). There he lived in woe and silence, Cancionero de Valencia, 1511, p. 135. KING JOHN THE SECOND. I NEVER KNEW IT, LOVE! TILL NOW. "Amor nunca pensé." I NE'ER imagined, love! that thou I never knew it, love! till now. I thought I knew thee well,-I thought And now I own thee, sovereign lord! I never knew it, love! till now. Trescientas de Juan de Mena, Amberes, 1552, p. 823. |