OH! remember the time in La Mancha's shades, When our moments so blissfully flew; When you call'd me the flower of Castilian maids, And I blush'd to be call'd so by you. When I taught you to warble the gay Seguadille, And to dance to the light Castanet: Oh! never, dear youth, let you roam where you will, The delight of those moments forget. They tell me you lovers from Erin's green isle, Every hour a new passion can feel; And that soon in the light of some lovelier smile, You'll forget the poor maid of Castile. But, they know not how brave in the battle you are, Or they never could think you would rove; For 'tis always the spirit most gallant in war, That is fondest and truest in love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON MY THIRTY-THIRD BIRTHDAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE [OUT OF NORFOLK] by WILLIAM COWPER LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN by THOMAS HARDY ECHOES: 4. INVICTUS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE LEPER (2) by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 28. LOVE'S TRIUMPH OVER RICHES by PHILIP AYRES |