But, it is said, a bluish, noiseless gleam
Surrounds him; such, the dreaded wizard’s lot.
A monument of marble pale,
Marks where De Lopez fell;
For him arose no kindred wail,
He lies secure from fiendish spell.
And they have carv’d a gallant knight,
Stretch’d on that tomb so pale,
Still in his stainless arms bedight,
Still clad in marble mail.