The splendor of her beauty and the grandeur of her eyes.
From East and West, from North and South, came many a gay gallánt,
Like pilgrims to Jerusalem, to worship at her shrine;
And each one swore that song did wrong to beauty so divine.
All day in panoply of steel these young chivalrous knights
Strove gracefully and gallantly in deeds of bold emprise,
Seeking to call down sunny smiles from her imperial eyes.
All night, beneath the icy orbs of the unheeding moon,
The invisible breath of music filled the castle’s gray arcades;
But Uriel’s heart replied not to her lovers’ serenades.