And I by beauty's radiance eclipsed must ride away."
And as he spoke the Moor struck deep the rowels in his steed,
And rode away from Tagus' side across the grassy mead.
The Moorish maiden recked not if he were far or near,
Her thoughts returned to fancies sweet of her absent cavalier.
FICKLENESS REBUKED
While in the foeman's ruddy gore
I waded to the breast,
And for mine own, my native shore