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THE GRANADAN GIRL'S SONG.
As one by one the shadows creep Back to their lairs in hilly hollows,A broader radiance issues forth, And on their track in silence follows. A fuller air swims everywhere, A freer murmur shakes the bough, A thousand fires surprise the spires, And all the city wakes below!
What morn shall rise, what cursèd morn, To find this bright pomp all surrendered,These palaces an empty shell, This vigor listless ruin rendered; While every sprite of its delight Mocks fickle echoes through the court, And in our place a sculptured trace Saddens some stranger's careless sport?
Oh, gay with all the stately stir, And bending to your silken flowing,One day, my banner-poles, ye creak Naked beneath the high winds blowing! One day ye fall across the wall And moulder in the moat's green bosom,
