THE PRISONER'S ROMANCE. "Deja el alma que es libre." SIR gaoler! leave the spirit free,- My eyes between the iron bars Still throw their living glances round, And they shall be as northern stars, By which the friendly port is found. And theirs shall be a tongue, to be Heard when the mortal voice is still. O gaoler, leave the spirit free, And chain the body if you will. You cannot, cannot chain the soul, In this your prison. You fulfil, Sir gaoler! love's supreme decree: O gaoler! leave the spirit free, Romancero General. Valladolid, 1605, p. 11. WEEP NOT, MY MOTHER! "No llores mi madre." WEEP not, my mother,-why Wouldst add to woes like mine? My woe is great enough Without those tears of thine. For I, unhappy one! In luckless hour was born: No dog was heard to bark; An evil-fated hag Alone came near thy bed, Shall meet his love,” she said. The evil-fated hag This curse pour'd out on me, That, when I loved the most I most should hated be. By fortune's turning, where I now am crush'd in dust, That wheel which turns and turns, And still be turning must. My hours of joy are gone, I stretch'd my hand ;-when lo! O mother, I was born In some unholy place; Far from the curs'd one flee, For all their joy will fly If they but look at me. Romancero del Conde Don Sancho, Böhl, 159. K LOVELY FLOW'RET, LOVELY FLOW'RET. "Rosa fresca, rosa fresca." "LOVELY flow'ret, lovely flow'ret, O! what thoughts your beauties move When I prest thee to my bosom, Little did I know of love; Thine it was-it was not mine: warrior; And he told me graceless traitor Yes! he told me— -lying one That thou wert already married In the province of Leōn: Where thou hadst a lovely lady, And, like flowers too, many a son." "Lady! he was but a traitor, And his tale was all untrue In Castille I never enter'd From Leon, too, I withdrew When I was in early boyhood, And of love I nothing knew." Romancero General, Madrid, 1604, p. 132. |