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246 A frightful sea, of waves of sand, Commingling earth and heaven; Thus with the child between his arms, And on his knee3 compressed, The furious dagger of the King Was planted in his breast. As if that day had witnessM naught The palace new or rare, The King sat at the table calm To eat as usual there; Play'd afterwards a game of draughts, Then went out pacing slow To see the galleys, arming soon To Biscay's shores to go. And when the night the hemisphere Had with its mantle veil’d, He enters in the Golden Tower, Where he shut up has held The fair Aldonza, whom he took From Santa Clara's walls, And as in blind idolatry Who now his heart enthralls. With Levi then his treasurer, Who though a Hebrew vile