GAZE through the opal mist across the main On ancient walls that rear their grandeur high Unto the kiss of a Castilian sky. Golden the glory of that storied Spain, Heavy with conquest and its dazzling gain; Valiant the pride that only dared to die For honor's sake — never to question why; Mighty her prowess, its resistance vain. Gaze yet again through sulph'rous mist and fire, Another Spain yields up her helpless wrecks Of stubborn pride to Freedom's last desire. No tyrant heel again shall tread their decks, And as they moulder on surrendered strands Spain's castles crumble into desert sands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER FLORENCE VANE by PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE AFTER THE QUARREL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FOR LOVE'S SAKE, KISS ME ONCE AGAIN! by BEN JONSON A QUESTION by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE SATIRE: 2 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS |