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"The summer leaves were sighing   Around the Zegri maid, To her lone sad song replying,     As it fill'd the olive shade.— 'Alas! for her that loveth     Her land's, her kindred's foe! Where a Christian Spaniard roveth     Should a Zegri's spirit go?

" 'From thy glance, my gentle mother!    I sink with shame oppress'd; And the dark eye of my brother     Is an arrow to my breast.' Where summer leaves were sighing,     Thus sung the Zegri maid, While the crimson day was dying     In the whispering olive shade.

" 'And for this heart's wealth wasted,    This woe in secret borne, This flower of young life blasted,     Should I win back aught but scorn? By aught but daily dying     Would my lone truth be repaid?' Where summer leaves were sighing,     Thus sung the Zegri maid."