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

With brilliance now unclouded, now with pall

Of darkness shadowed intermittingly,

A haggard, gaunt, and ghostly form doth try

Each mound of earth for some peculiar sign,

With preternatural strides and gleaming eye

Doth pass from grave to grave, from line to line,

With eye more fearful bright then halt and cry: “’Tis thine!”

XXXVI.

’Twas Fray Beltrán, who ’mongst the graves had found,