Nor the sound of a step on the hollow floor.[238]
Then a dim tear swell’d to the warrior’s eye,
As the voice of his native groves went by;
And he said—“My foemen their wish have won:
Now the will of God be in all things done!”
But the trumpet blew, with its note of cheer,
And the winds of the morning swept off the tear,
And the fields of his glory lay distant far,
—He is gone from the towers of his own Bivar!
[236] These ballads are not translations from the Spanish, but are founded upon some of the “wild and wonderful” traditions preserved in the romances of that language, and the ancient poem of the Cid.