The bearer drags its glorious folds

Behind the fallen chief,

As mournfully and slowly

The afflicted warriors come,

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To the deep wail of the trumpet,

And beat of muffled drum.

Brave Aliatar led forward

A hundred Moors to go

To where his brother held Motril
Against the leaguering foe.

On horseback went the gallant Moor,
That gallant band to lead;

And now his bier is at the gate,

From whence he pricked his steed.

While mournfully and slowly

The afflicted warriors come,

To the deep wail of the trumpet,
And beat of muffled drum.

The knights of the Grand Master

In crowded ambush lay;

They rushed upon him where the reeds

Were thick beside the way;

They smote the valiant Aliatar,

They smote the warrior dead,

And broken, but not beaten, were
The gallant ranks he led.
Now mournfully and slowly
The afflicted warriors come,

To the deep wail of the trumpei,
And beat of muffled drum.

Oh! what was Zayda's sorrow,
How passionate her cries!

Her lover's wounds streamed not more free
Than that poor maiden's eyes.

Say, Love-for didst thou see her tears:
Oh, no! he drew more tight
The blinding fillet o'er his lids

To spare his eyes the sight.
While mournfully and slowly
The afflicted warriors come,

To the deep wail of the trumpet,
And beat of muffled drum.

Nor Zayda weeps him only,

But all that dwell between

The great Alhambra's palace walls

And springs of Albaicin.

The ladies weep the flower of knights,

The brave the bravest here;

The people weep a champion,

The Alcaydes a noble peer.

While mournfully and slowly

The afflicted warriors come,

To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum.

LOVE IN THE AGE OF CHIVALRY.

FROM PEYRE VIDAL, THE TROUBADOUR.

THE earth was sown with early flowers,

The heavens were blue and bright—

I met a youthful cavalier

As lovely as the light.

I knew him not-but in my heart
His graceful image lies,

And well I marked his open brow,
His sweet and tender eyes,

His ruddy lips that ever smiled,
His glittering teeth betwixt,

And flowing robe embroidered o'er,
With leaves and blossoms mixed.

He wore a chaplet of the rose;
His palfrey, white and sleek,

Was marked with many an ebon spot,
*And many a purple streak;
Of jasper was his saddle-bow,
His housings sapphire stone,

And brightly in his stirrup glanced
The purple calcedon.

Fast rode the gallant cavalier,

As youthful horsemen ride;

"Peyre Vidal! know that I am Love,"

The blooming stranger cried;

"And this is Mercy by my side,

A dame of high degree;

This maid is Chastity," he said,
This squire is Loyalty."