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We have sent the streams from our battle-field, All darken'd to the sea! We have given the founts a stain, Midst their woods of ancient pine; And the ground is wet—but not with rain, Deep-dyed—but not with wine!

"The ground is wet—but not with rain—   We have been in war array, And the noblest blood of Christian Spain    Hath bathed her soil to-day.        I have seen the strong man die,        And the stripling meet his fate, Where the mountain-winds go sounding by,        In the Roncesvalles' Strait.

"In the gloomy Roncesvalles' Strait   There are helms and lances cleft; And they that moved at morn elate    On a bed of heath are left!        There's many a fair young face,        Which the war steed hath gone o'er; At many a board there is kept a place        For those that come no more!"