“Non ti scordar di me!”
The Emperor there, in his box of state,
Looked grave, as if he had just then seen
The red flag wave from the city gate,
Where his eagles in bronze had been.
There was something in the voice of the singer which caused the Emperor’s mind to see the red flag standing where “his eagles in bronze had been.”
The Empress, too, had a tear in her eye.
You’d have said that her fancy had gone back again
For one moment under the old blue sky
To the old, glad life in Spain.