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Fancy's bright domain!
Chivalric Spain!
Thy broad sierras, and thy olive glades,
The gentle music of thy serenades,
Thy fierce and martial train—
Thy midnight masquings, and thy falchion blades
Bring knighthood's days again.
Fancy's bright domain!
Chivalric Spain!
From thy last words[1], the wanderer hears afar
The tinkling of the fond and wild guitar,
And lovers to the moon complain;
But at the first shrill trump of war,
Each breaks his silken chain.