I O CARMELITA, know ye not For whom all hearts are pining? And know ye not, in Beauty's sky, The brightest planet shining? Then learn it now—for thou art she, Thy nation's jewel, born to be By all beloved, but most by me — @3O Donna Carmelita!@1 II But wo is me thy love to lose, Apart from thee abiding; Between us roars a gloomy stream, Our destiny dividing. That stream with blood incarnadined Flows from thy nation's erring mind, And rolls with ruin to thy kind, @3O Donna Carmelita!@1 III 'Tis mine, while floating on the tide, To stick to love and duty; I draw my sabre on the foe, I strike my harp to beauty; And who shall say the soldier's wrong, Who, while he battles with the strong, Still softens war with gentle song, @3O Donna Carmelita?@1 IV I soon shall seek the battle-field, Where Freedom's flag is waving — My Texas comrades by my side, All perils madly braving; I only grieve to think each blow, That vengeance bids the steel bestow, Must make thee mine eternal foe, @3O Donna Carmelita!@1 V Full well I know thy pride will spurn The brightest wreaths I bring thee; Full well I know thou wilt not heed, The sweetest songs I sing thee; Yet, all despite thy scorn and hate, Despite the thousand ills of fate, I still my soul must dedicate — @3To Donna Carmelita!@1 VI Then fare thee well, dear, lovely one — May happiness attend thee; Ten thousand harps exalt thy name, Ten thousand swords defend thee: And when the sod is on my breast, My harp and sabre both at rest, May thee and thine be greatly blest, @3O Donna Carmelita!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A VOLUME OF SCHOLASTIC PHILOSOPHY by GEORGE SANTAYANA SPAIN IN AMERICA by GEORGE SANTAYANA TO A MOUSE, ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH by ROBERT BURNS A SKETCH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ROLL-CALL by NATHANIEL GRAHAM SHEPHERD BETROTHED ANEW by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN SPRING WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 31. 'TIS YIELDING GAINS THE LOVER VICTORY by PHILIP AYRES |