XVI. I GRACED Don Pedro's revelry, Were met to feast together; And this that gallant Spaniard did He vowed a vow, that noble Knight, Before he went to table, To make his only sport the fight, His only couch the stable, Five score of Turks to Cadiz,— First To ride through mountains, where my A banquet would be reckoned,— Through deserts where, to quench their thirst, Men vainly turn my Second ;— To leave the gates of fair Madrid, To dare the gates of Hades,And this that gallant Spaniard did, For me, and for the Ladies. XVII. He talked of daggers and of darts, Of weeping eyes and wounded hearts, Of kisses and of chains ; He said though Love was kin to Grief He said though many rued belief But still the Lady shook her head, My Whole was all that he had said, He said my First, whose silent car Through the unfathomed sky, Yet oh! it was not half so bright, But still the Lady shook her head, And swore by yea and nay My Whole was all that he had said, And all that he could say. And then he set a cypress wreath And drew his rapier from its sheath, My Whole was all that he had said, XVIII. UNCOUTH Was I of face and form, Within my Second's dark recess Before the mouth in lowliness My rude adorers knelt ; 'Twas a fearful place; a pile of stones Stood for its stately door; Its music was of sighs and groans, And the torch light fell on human bones Unburied on the floor! |