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Updated: May 15, 2025
Then spake he to the dancing waves Of Tagus' holy tide, "Oh, that thou hadst a tongue, to speak My story far and wide! That all might learn, who gaze on thee At evening, night, or morn, Westward to happy Portugal, The sufferings I have borne." Upon Sanlucar's spacious square The brave Gazul was seen, Bedecked in brilliant array Of purple, white, and green.
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.
Celinda heard in jealous doubt; For some, with envious art, Had told her that fair Zaida still Ruled o'er the warrior's heart. She answered him in stormy rage: "If in the joust thou dost engage With such success as I desire, And all thy broken oaths require, Thou wilt not reach Sanlucar's square So proud as when thou last wert there.
And here I pray that God will bring His curse upon thy soul, That thou in war, in peace, in love May meet with failure foul, And that Sanlucar's lady, Whom thou wishest for a bride, Thee from her castle entrance May spurn thee in her pride. A widowed wife with bleeding heart, Hear me one moment ere we part! Thy knightly service I distrust, I hear thy voice with deep disgust."
"Ah, mine will be the gain," he said, and kissed her with delight. Gazul, like some brave bull that stands at bay to meet his fate, Has fled from fair Celinda's frown and reached Sanlucar's gate. The Moor bestrides a sorrel mare, her housings are of gray, The desperate Moor is clad in weeds that shall his grief display.
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