[From the Spanish.]
It was a Moorish maiden was sitting by a well,
And what the maiden thought of, I cannot, cannot tell,
When by there rode a valiant knight for the town of Oviedo,
Alfonzo Guzman was the knight, the Count of Desparedo.
“O maiden, Moorish maiden, why sitt’st thou by the spring?
Say, dost thou seek a lover, or any other thing?
Why gazest thou upon me with eyes so large and wide,
And wherefore doth the pitcher lie broken by thy side?”
“I do not seek a lover, thou Christian knight so gay,