And, see, where gather ’neath Guerníca’s oak
Her passionate sons to list the tuneful shell
Which ’neath its shade a maiden strikes so well.
One hand alone the loud guitarra wakes
So potently: ’tis Blanca gives the spell!
Through every pause the Basque pandéro breaks,
And Blanca thus i’ th’ crowd each nerve and fibre shakes:—
VII.
“Biscayan bondsmen!—for ’tis bonds ye wear,
While stalks the proud invader o’er your soil;