Were on dark hills and many-sounding seas—
I, that amidst the Cordillera heights
Had given Castilian banners to the breeze,
And the full circle of the rainbow seen
There, on the snows;[300] and in my country been
A mountain wanderer, from the Pyrenees
To the Morena crags—how left I not
Life, or the soul’s life, quench’d on that sepulchral spot?
VII.
Because Thou didst not leave me, O my God!