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Mighty was the palace Of their royal race, Still the Hall of Lions Has its ancient grace; Still the silver fountains sing As they sang before the king,

Yet the azure colours On the ceiling shine, Graved with golden letters Of the Koran's line. They are marked with many a stain From the dew and from the rain.

Yet what dreams of beauty Through the midnight glide: Many a dark-eyed ladye, Lovely in her pride, Gliding o'er the perfumed floor, As she wont in days of yore.

Yet in old Cordova, Mid the crowded streets, Moorish trace and record At each step one meets. Not alone the Moorish fane Brings us back the past again;