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10 12. Now thou art safe; nay, long ere now

Hast trod the shore of Spain;

'Twere hard if aught so fair as thou

Should linger on the main.

13. And since I now remember thee

In darkness and in dread,

As in those hours of revelry

Which Mirth and Music sped;

14. Do thou, amid the fair white walls,

If Cadiz yet be free,

At times from out her latticed halls

Look o'er the dark blue sea;

15. Then think upon Calypso's isles,

Endeared by days gone by;

To others give a thousand smiles,

To me a single sigh.

16. And when the admiring circle mark

The paleness of thy face,

A half-formed tear, a transient spark

Of melancholy grace,

17. Again thou'lt smile, and blushing shun

Some coxcomb's raillery;

Nor own for once thou thought'st on one,

Who ever thinks on thee.