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giant! shame of proud Castille,
 * Castle without bridge, battlements or towers,

In whose wide halls now loathsome reptiles steal,
 * Where nobles once and warriors held their bowers!

Tell me, where are they? where thy tapestries gay,
 * Thy hundred troubadours of lofty song?

Thy mouldering ruins in the vale decay,
 * Thou humbled warrior! time has quell'd the strong

Thy name and history to oblivion thrown, The world forgets that there thou standst, Munion.

To me thou art a spectre, shade of grief!
 * With black remembrances my soul's o'ercast;

To me thou art a palm with wither'd leaf,
 * Burnt by the lightning, bow'd beneath the blast.

I, wandering bard, proscribed perchance my doom
 * In the bier's dust nor name, nor glory know;

With useless toil my brow 's consumed in gloom;
 * Of her I loved, dark dwelling-place below,

Whom I was robb'd of, angel from above, Cursed be thy name, thy soil, as was my love.