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32 The calms embayed my quarry,

The fog-wreath sealed his eyes;

The dawn-wind brought my topsails—

And men esteemed me wise!

Yet 'spite my tyrant triumphs

Bewildered, dispossessed—

My dream held I before me—

My vision of my rest;

But, crowned by Fleet and People,

And bound by King and Pope—

Stands here Diego Valdez

To rob me of my hope!

No prayer of mine shall move him,

No word of his set free

The Lord of Sixty Pennants

And the Steward of the Sea.

His will can loose ten thousand

To seek their loves again—

But not Diego Valdez,

High Admiral of Spain.