Ah, Juan! say of what he died—
For he was young, was young and brave,
Yet gentle as the cooing dove.”—
“He died, alas!”—and Juan sighed,—
“He died, he died of slighted love.”
“—Poor youth!—And, Juan!—spake he aught
Of what he felt, before he died?”—
“—He said that all his pains were nought
Save one—of which he would not speak—
Alas! we had not far to seek