Louisa Stuart Costello (Луиза Стюарт Костелло)

Spanish Song

Nay, Inez, no more persuade;
   Those are sounds that to glory should move:
Ah! ne'er for a warrior made
    Were the garlands thy fondness wove.
Wake!—arouse! 'tis the battle's roar;
    'Tis its light'ning afar I see!
I return with life no more,
    Or, my country, thou shalt be free!
Yet, Inez, in other lands,
    When around war's banners shall stream;
When rush forth our conquering bands
    All radiant with bravery's beam:
Yes—then, midst the battle's roar,
    I can still spare one thought for thee;
But we meet again no more,
    Till, my country, thou shalt be free!

1. Medjnoon in His Solitude
2. The Return to Paraclete
3. Song (I will not ask one glance from thee)
4. Lines (I cannot sleep—my nights glide on)
5. November Fifth

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