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He bade them change from green to gray; The plumes and harness borne that day By all the coursers of his train. In rage disconsolate, He rode from Gelva, nor drew rein Up to Sanlucar's gate.
On this Celinda took her leave, And vanished from his view, And, thinking proudly of her smile, Azarco straight withdrew. Scarce half a league from Gelva the knight dismounted stood, Leaning upon his upright spear, and bitter was his mood. He thought upon Celinda's curse, and Zaida's fickle mind, "Ah, Fortune, thou to me," he cried, "hast ever proved unkind."
The lady smiled, her heart was light, she felt a rapture new; And like each flower that filled their bower the love between them grew, For little takes it to revive the love that is but true; And aided by his lady's hand he hastes her gems to don, And on his courser's back he flings a rich caparison, A head-stall framed of purple web and studded o'er with gold; And purple plumes and ribbons and gems of price untold; He clasped the lady to his heart, he whispered words of cheer, And then took horse to Gelva to join the tilting there.
The Moor was starting for the joust, Which many a warrior brings To Gelva, there to celebrate The truce between the kings. A fair Moor maiden he adored, A daughter of the brave, Who struggled at Granada's siege; Granada was their grave. And eager to accost the maid, He wandered round the square; With piercing eyes he peered upon The walls that held the fair.
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