For what to say to Muça, alas! I cannot tell.
"I'll tell the truth to Muça, and I hope he will believe--
That I thought of him at morning, and thought of him at eve;
That, musing on my lover, when down the sun was gone,
His ear-rings in my hand I held, by the fountain all alone;
And that my mind was o'er the sea, when from my hand they fell,
And that deep his love lies in my heart, as they lie in the well."
THE LAMENTATION FOR CELIN
At the gate of old Granada, when all its bolts are barred,