SEA SPRAY &> SMOKE DRIFT 



Far less shallow, thou dost need, oh 



Traitor, to deceive my eyes. 

 Shouts of noisy acclamation, 

 Breathing savage expectation. 

 Greet him while he takes his station 



Leisurely, disdaining haste ; 

 Now he doffs his tall sombrero, 

 Fools ! applaud your butcher hero, 

 Ye would idolise a Nero, 

 Pandering to public taste. 



From the restless Guadalquiver 



To my sire's estates he came, 

 Woo'd and won me, — how I shiver! 



Though my temples burn with 

 shame. 

 I, a proud and high-born lady, 



Daughter of an ancient race, 

 'Neath the vine and olive shade I 



Yielded to a churl's embrace. 

 To a churl my vows were plighted. 

 Well my madness he requited. 

 Since, by priestly ties, united 



To the muleteer's child ; 



x\nd my prayers are wafted o'er him, 



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