A chamber high in the Cathedral tower
His love might harbour while ferocious gleamed
The eye of Rapine. Rude for lady’s bower
Was this abode, where oft huge bells of power
Swung loud, but who may choose in scenes like these?
Cloak and sombrero thrown o’er Beauty’s flower
Disguised the form which, ah! too well could please,
And Carlos guided well their path through danger’s seas.
XXVII.
At deepest night the blaze of burning streets