eyes of blue. 
  In Ronda did my father raise his castle on the height;
  And ’twas in Antequera first my mother saw the light. 
  Me, to this dark captivity, the dastard Moors ensnared,
  Just as the peace had ended and war was not declared. 
  They took me off in fetters, to barter me for gold,
  Velez-de-la-Gomera was the town where I was sold. 
  Seven weary days, and for each day a long and weary night,
  They set me on the auction-block, before the people’s sight. 
  Yet not a Moorish gentleman and not a Moorish wife
  A maravedi offered for the mournful captive’s life. 
  At last there came a Moorish dog, in rich attire, and gave
  A thousand golden pieces to have me for his slave. 
  He led me to his lofty house, and bade me there remain,
  Mocked by his lowest underlings, and loaded with a chain. 
  Ah! vile the life he led me, and deep revenge I swore;
  Ah! black the life he gave me, and hard the toils I bore! 
  By day I beat the piled-up hemp cut from the vega plain;
  By night, within the darkened mill, I ground for him the grain. 
  And though the very corn I ground, I longed to take for meat,
  He placed a bridle on my mouth that I should nothing eat! 
  Therefore, it pleased the God who rules the heavens, the land, the sea,
  That the mistress of that mighty house looked tenderly on me. 
  And when the Moor a-hunting went, one happy autumn day,
  She came into my prison-house and took my chains away;
  She bade me sit upon her lap, I answered with delight;
  Ah, many a gallant present she made to me that night! 
  She bathed me and she washed my wounds, and garments fresh she gave,
  Far brighter than were fit to deck the body of a slave;
  And love’s delight we shared that night, for I grew gay and bold! 
  And in the morn she gave to me a hundred crowns of gold. 
  She oped the gates, she bade me, with smiles, once more be free;
  We fled, for fear that Moorish hound would slay both her and me. 
  And so it pleased the God who rules the earth and heavens above,
  To prove his deep compassion and the greatness of his love;
  And thus my sad captivity, my days of wandering, o’er,
  Florida, in thy loving arms I nestle as of yore!”

THE SPANIARD OF ORAN

  Right gallant was that gentleman, the warlike knight of Spain,
  Who served the King in Oran, with sword and lances twain;
  But, with his heart’s devotion and passion’s ardent fire,
  He served a gentle Afric maid of high and noble sire. 
  And she was fair as noble, and well could she requite
  The devotion of a lover and the courage of a knight. 
  And when one summer evening they paid their vows again,
  They heard the alarum ring to arms across the darkling plain;
  For the foes’ approach had roused the watch and caused the war-like