Home, home and friends, farewell!”
THE KING OF ARRAGON’S LAMENT FOR HIS BROTHER.[371]
“If I could see him, it were well with me!”
Coleridge’s “Wallenstein.”
There were lights and sounds of revelling in the vanquish’d city’s halls,
As by night the feast of victory was held within its walls;
And the conquerors fill’d the wine-cup high, after years of bright blood shed;
But their lord, the King of Arragon, midst the triumph wail’d the dead.
He look’d down from the fortress won, on the tents and flowers below,
The moonlit sea, the torchlit streets—and a gloom came o’er his brow: