Still warms their breasts, though ferried o’er
Unto the Fairy strand.
Here too La Mancha’s cavalier
Reposes ’neath his bays,
Who roamed the wilds of tawny Spain
In quest of knightly praise.
O’er river, vale, and mountain lone,
He ne’er shall wander more,—
His steed is in the self-same stall
With Roland’s Brigliadore.