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In the evening through her garden Wanders the Alcalde's daughter, Festal sounds of drum and trumpet Ring out hither from the Castle. "I am weary of the dances, Honeyed words of adulation From the knights who still compare me To the sun with dainty phrases. " Tea, of all things I am weary, Since I first beheld by moonlight Him, my cavalier, whose lither Nightly draws me to my casement. " As he stands so slim and daring, With his flaming eyes that sparkle, And with nobly pallid features, Truly, he St. George resembles."