Serving me as a ground for poetry.
I read a tale of Séville. It was when
Darkness was over Spain, and Christian hearts
Were standing out for truth, undauntedly.
The daily light brought martyrdom, and men
Of a pure life went faithfully to die,
For the rich hope hereafter. There was set
A scaffold on the ‘golden Guadalquivir;’
And in the greenest valley of the land,
With its bright shore and water tempting them