"An old, old woman cometh forth, when she hears the people cry,
Her hair is white as silver, like horn her glazed eye."
The fall of Granada brought bitterness to many a heart. The words of the ballad, Woe is Me! translated from the Spanish by Lord Byron, might well depict the feeling of the hour:
"Sires have lost their children--wives,
Their lords,--and valiant men, their lives."
The aged Moor, pacing to and fro before the king, pours out his plaint:
"I lost a damsel in that hour,
Of all the land the loveliest flower;
Doubloons a hundred would I pay,
And think her ransom cheap that day.