Heaven grant that he
May think of me!

Alas! how few

The causes know,

When gloom and woe
O'ershadow you!
There is a dread,
A hidden thought,
A grief untaught,
A wish unread.

Heaven grant that he
May think of me!

I could not bear
Th' alternative,
To love and live
Without thee, dear!

Green eyes reprove

If I deceive;
But no! believe

And crown my love!

Heaven grant that he

May think of me!

Cancionero de Amberes, 1555, p. 402.

ROMANCE.

"Yo me adame una amiga."

My heart had cherish'd a maid divine,
In the depth of my heart she's set,
And the maiden's name was Catherine,
Whom I will never forget.

She pray'd me, pray'd me oft to bring
Her to fair Aragon.

"No! no! thou art a feeble thing,

Thou canst not journey on."

"Sir knight, I'll walk as well as thou; I fear not toil, I say;

And I'll provide a purse for two,

A

To help us on our way;

purse with ducats for Castille,

Florins for Aragon."

But while they stood discussing still,

The magistrates came down.

Cancionero de Amberes, 1555, iii. 133.

ONE SO VERY DEAR TO ME.

"Alze los ojos y vi."

I LIFTED up my eyes to see
One dearer than myself to me.

Το

gaze,

I lifted them on high, And bent them down again to sigh;

For I'm unblest ;-I know not why:

Why should I gaze, O why? to feel
Love's flattering poison through me steal;
To be condemn'd without appeal,
Surprised, controll'd, subdued to be,
By one so very dear to me.

O! could I but expect to wear,
Love's flowery garlands bright and fair,
And drink the joys beyond compare,
Of love's enrapturing witchery
From one so very dear to me!

But thoughts like these are only meet,

As grief's ambassadors to greet;

O would they were of favours sweet,
And I were born a bliss to be

To one so very dear to me!

Cancionero de Juan de Linares, p. 143.

THE TRAITOR COUNT.

"A tan alto va la luna."

THE moon had mounted up aloft,
High as the sun at middle day;
When with the queen the German count,
Unnoticed in her chamber lay.

No living man in all the court,

No living man the foul deed knew,
Except the infanta, for she slept
Within that secret chamber too:
And thus her mother spoke, and thus
In the infanta's ear did call:
"Whate'er thou see, infanta dear,

Whate'er thou see, conceal it all:
And then the German count shall give
A mantle of pure gold to thee."
"Let lightnings blast,-let fire devour,
The mantle that he offers me-
I never in my father's life

Such a stepfather thought to see.”

And so she went away in tears,

And soon the king, her father, met : —

"O why dost weep, infanta dear?

Thy heart is sad, thy eyes are wet." "O king! within my room I sat

Dipping my bread in dark red wine; The German count came in, and threw

The sops on these white robes of mine."

"O silence, daughter! mind it not,"

Thus to the maid the monarch spoke;
The count is thoughtless, gay, and young;
He did it but to laugh and joke."
"Such laughs and jokes, who dares employ,
Let lightnings blast, let fire devour,—
Sir king! he seized me in his arms,

He seiz'd me that he might deflower.”
"He seized thee-to deflower?-O then
Thy curse upon his head shall lie;
And, ere the rising of the sun,

By heaven! the traitor count shall die.”

Cancionero de Amberes, 1555, p. 281.