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Updated: May 4, 2025
And the countess had to Baja come when Queen Isabella came, The lovely vega of the town to waste with sword and flame. And the countess asked of Zara if she were skilled in aught, The needle, or the 'broidery frame, to Christian damsels taught. And how she made the hours go by when, on Guadalquivir's strand, She sat in the Alhambra, a princess of the land.
"Ye balmy winds of heaven, whose sound is in the rippling trees, Whose scented breath brings back to me a thousand memories, Ye sweep beneath the arch of heaven like to the ocean surge That beats from Guadalquivir's bay to earth's extremest verge. Oh, tell them all the agony I bear in banishment, That she may share my sorrow, and my foe the King relent.
Come forth, come forth, the star we love Is high o'er Guadalquivir's grove, And tints each tree with golden light; Ah! Rosalie, one smile from thee were far more bright. Come forth, come forth, the flowers that fear To blossom in the sun's career The moonlight with their odours greet; Ah! Rosalie, one sigh from thee were far more sweet!
He was the mightiest of the Moors, And letters from afar Had told him how Sevila Was marshalling for war. He arms his ships and galleys, His infantry and horse, And straight to Guadalquivir's flood His pennons take their course. The flags that on Tablada's plain Above his camp unfold, Flutter above three hundred tents Of silk brocade and gold.
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