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Alas! too early rose that morn On harnessed knight and fierce soldada— Alas! too soon the Moorish horn And tambour rang in Old Grenada.

The dew yet bathes the dreaming flower, The mist yet lingers in the valley, When Selim and his Zegris' power From port and postern sternly sally.

Marry! it was a gallant sight To see the plain with armour glancing, As on to Alpuxara's height Proud Selim's chivalry were prancing.

The knights dismount; on foot they climb The rugged steeps of Alpuxara; In fateful and unhappy time, Proud Selim found his long-lost Zara.

They sleep—in sleep they smile and dream Of happy days they ne'er shall number; Their lips breathe sounds,—their spirits seem To hold communion while they slumber.