“I have no money,[858] for none would buy;
But come,[859] for God’s sake, or he will die!
Save him—my Luiz—he is so young,”
She pleads in her liquid Minorcan tongue,
And proffers[860] her store of fruit.
But the Northern soldiers move steadily on,[861]
They hear not, nor understand;
The last blue rank has passed down the street,[862]
She sees but the dust of their marching feet;[863]
They have crossed the whole country,[864] by night and by day,