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THE MURCIAN CAVALIER.
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Far to the westward she had seen
The winding Douro part;
And she paused, amid that solitude,
To still her throbbing heart!
The Murcian Knight was by her side,
But he spoke not now at all. . . .
Her anxious thoughts be seemed to guess,
And with mute and mournful steadiness
He watched the dim night-fall.
The winding Douro part;
And she paused, amid that solitude,
To still her throbbing heart!
The Murcian Knight was by her side,
But he spoke not now at all. . . .
Her anxious thoughts be seemed to guess,
And with mute and mournful steadiness
He watched the dim night-fall.
It came! among these forests deep
As the darkest midnight gloom!
It came! . . . and nature seemed to be
But one unfathomed tomb!
Many a rugged, trackless path,
Amid that gloom they passed,
Till close above a tree decayed
A turret threw its spiral shade,
Dim, desolate, and vast!
As the darkest midnight gloom!
It came! . . . and nature seemed to be
But one unfathomed tomb!
Many a rugged, trackless path,
Amid that gloom they passed,
Till close above a tree decayed
A turret threw its spiral shade,
Dim, desolate, and vast!
Between and the opened gleam, was plain
That lonely castle's height;
The Queen's quick eye was traversing
The home of the Murcian Knight.
All silently she gave her hand
To mount the marble stairs;
A massy door she opened wide,
But the lofty halls on either side
Were tenantless and bare!
That lonely castle's height;
The Queen's quick eye was traversing
The home of the Murcian Knight.
All silently she gave her hand
To mount the marble stairs;
A massy door she opened wide,
But the lofty halls on either side
Were tenantless and bare!
Save the dull echoes of their feet,
All other sounds were dumb!
And she felt the hand that grasped hers
Was stiff, and damp, and numb!
A strange and nameless terror ran
Along her shivering brain;
Something like this her heart had known,
When, alas! she heard no voice but one,
At the towers of Castellan.
All other sounds were dumb!
And she felt the hand that grasped hers
Was stiff, and damp, and numb!
A strange and nameless terror ran
Along her shivering brain;
Something like this her heart had known,
When, alas! she heard no voice but one,
At the towers of Castellan.
They paused where, from an inner hall,
A lamp was burning bright;
It streamed, with full and steady glare,
On the face of the Murcian Knight.
O'er every feature clear she saw
Unearthly beauty wave!
The purest white, the softest red;
The eye alone was glazed and dead,
As the sleeper's in the grave!
A lamp was burning bright;
It streamed, with full and steady glare,
On the face of the Murcian Knight.
O'er every feature clear she saw
Unearthly beauty wave!
The purest white, the softest red;
The eye alone was glazed and dead,
As the sleeper's in the grave!
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