Iberia Won; A poem descriptive of the Peninsular War / With impressions from recent visits to the battle-grounds, and copious historical and illustrative notes

by T. M. Hughes

In whispered cadence dew delicious shed.

A stolen pressure of the hand, a tone

Unheard save by one ear, a language dead

To all save lovers—strains like this their passion fed:—

Song of the Balcony.

1.

Upraise thy dark mantilla’s edge,

And shrink not like a fawn away;

But near the balconcillo’s ledge

Move for Sant’ Anna’s love, I pray;