“Mountain of the Moor’s last sigh”
To this very moment call they
Yonder height from whence the monarch
For the last time saw Granada.
Time has now fulfill’d full sweetly
His beloved one’s prophecy,
And the Moorish monarch’s name is
Reverenced and held in honour.
Never will his glory vanish,
Never, till the last chord’s broken
Of the last guitar remaining
In the land of Andalusia.
GEOFFRY RUDÈL AND MELISANDA OF TRIPOLI.
In the Château Blay still see we
Tapestry the walls adorning,
Worked by Tripoli’s fair countess’
Own fair hands, no labour scorning.
Her whole soul was woven in it,
And with loving tears and tender
Hallow’d is the silken picture,
Which the following scene doth render:
How the Countess saw Rudèl
Dying on the strand of ocean,
And the’ ideal in his features
Traced of all her heart’s emotion.
For the first and last time also
Living saw Rudèl and breathing
Her who in his every vision
Intertwining was and wreathing.
Over him the Countess bends her,
Lovingly his form she raises,
And his deadly-pale mouth kisses,
That so sweetly sang her praises.