Swells proudly with the battle-march of Spain?
Now the heart feels its power! A little while
Grant me to Eve, my God! What pause is this?
Her. A deep and dreadful one! The serried files
Level their spears for combat; now the hosts
Look on each other in their brooding wrath,
Silent, and face to face.
Voices heard without, chanting.
Calm on the bosom of thy God,
Fair spirit! rest thee now!