He left the lands of his own Bivar.[237]
To march o’er field, and to watch in tent,
From his home in good Castile he went;
To the wasting siege and the battle’s van,
—For the noble Cid was a banish’d man!
Through his olive-woods the morn-breeze play’d,
And his native streams wild music made,
And clear in the sunshine his vineyards lay,
When for march and combat he took his way.
With a thoughtful spirit his way he took,