Deep dyed—but not with wine!
“The ground is wet—but not with rain—
We have been in war-array,
And the noblest blood of Christian Spain
Hath bathed her soil to-day.
I have seen the strong man die,
And the stripling meet his fate,
Where the mountain-winds go sounding by
In the Roncesvalles’ Strait.
“In the gloomy Roncesvalles’ Strait