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Northern Mexico	A
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As you look from the plaza at Leon west	B
You can see her house but the view is best	B
From the porch of the church where she lies at rest	B
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Where much of her past still lives I think	C
In the scowling brows and sidelong blink	C
Of the worshiping throng that rise or sink	C
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To the waxen saints that yellow and lank	D
Lean out from their niches rank on rank	D
With a bloodless Saviour on either flank	D
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In the gouty pillars whose cracks begin	E
To show the adobe core within	E
A soul of earth in a whitewashed skin	E
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And I think that the moral of all you'll say	F
Is the sculptured legend that moulds away	F
On a tomb in the choir Por el Rey	F
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Por el Rey Well the king is gone	G
Ages ago and the Hapsburg one	H
Shot but the Rock of the Church lives on	I
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Por el Rey What matters indeed	J
If king or president succeed	J
To a country haggard with sloth and greed	J
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As long as one granary is fat	K
And yonder priest in a shovel hat	K
Peeps out from the bin like a sleek brown rat	K
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What matters Naught if it serves to bring	L
The legend nearer no other thing	L
We'll spare the moral Live the king	L
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Two hundred years ago they say	F
The Viceroy Marquis of Monte Rey	F
Rode with his retinue that way	F
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Grave as befitted Spain's grandee	K
Grave as the substitute should be	M
Of His Most Catholic Majesty	M
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Yet from his black plume's curving grace	N
To his slim black gauntlet's smaller space	N
Exquisite as a piece of lace	N
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Two hundred years ago e'en so	A
The Marquis stopped where the lime trees blow	A
While Leon's seneschal bent him low	A
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And begged that the Marquis would that night take	O
His humble roof for the royal sake	O
And then as the custom demanded spake	O
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The usual wish that his guest would hold	K
The house and all that it might enfold	K
As his with the bride scarce three days old	K
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Be sure that the Marquis in his place	N
Replied to all with the measured grace	N
Of chosen speech and unmoved face	N
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Nor raised his head till his black plume swept	K
The hem of the lady's robe who kept	K
Her place as her husband backward stept	K
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And then I know not how nor why	P
A subtle flame in the lady's eye	P
Unseen by the courtiers standing by	P
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Burned through his lace and titled wreath	Q
Burned through his body's jeweled sheath	Q
Till it touched the steel of the man beneath	Q
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And yet mayhap no more was meant	K
Than to point a well worn compliment	K
And the lady's beauty her worst intent	K
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Howbeit the Marquis bowed again	R
Who rules with awe well serveth Spain	S
But best whose law is love made plain	S
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Be sure that night no pillow prest	K
The seneschal but with the rest	K
Watched as was due a royal guest	K
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Watched from the wall till he saw the square	T
Fill with the moonlight white and bare	T
Watched till he saw two shadows fare	T
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Out from his garden where the shade	K
That the old church tower and belfry made	K
Like a benedictory hand was laid	K
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Few words spoke the seneschal as he turned	K
To his nearest sentry These monks have learned	K
That stolen fruit is sweetly earned	K
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Myself shall punish yon acolyte	K
Who gathers my garden grapes by night	K
Meanwhile wait thou till the morning light	K
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Yet not till the sun was riding high	P
Did the sentry meet his commander's eye	P
Nor then till the Viceroy stood by	P
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To the lovers of grave formalities	U
No greeting was ever so fine I wis	V
As this host's and guest's high courtesies	U
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The seneschal feared as the wind was west	K
A blast from Morena had chilled his rest	K
The Viceroy languidly confest	K
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That cares of state and he dared to say	F
Some fears that the King could not repay	F
The thoughtful zeal of his host some way	F
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Had marred his rest Yet he trusted much	W
None shared his wakefulness though such	W
Indeed might be If he dared to touch	W
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A theme so fine the bride perchance	X
Still slept At least they missed her glance	X
To give this greeting countenance	Y
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Be sure that the seneschal in turn	Z
Was deeply bowed with the grave concern	Z
Of the painful news his guest should learn	Z
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Last night to her father's dying bed	K
By a priest was the lady summoned	K
Nor know we yet how well she sped	K
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But hope for the best The grave Viceroy	A2
Though grieved his visit had such alloy	A2
Must still wish the seneschal great joy	A2
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Of a bride so true to her filial trust	K
Yet now as the day waxed on they must	K
To horse if they'd 'scape the noonday dust	K
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Nay said the seneschal at least	K
To mend the news of this funeral priest	K
Myself shall ride as your escort east	K
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The Viceroy bowed Then turned aside	K
To his nearest follower With me ride	K
You and Felipe on either side	K
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And list Should anything me befall	B2
Mischance of ambush or musket ball	B2
Cleave to his saddle yon seneschal	B2
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No more Then gravely in accents clear	C2
Took formal leave of his late good cheer	C2
Whiles the seneschal whispered a musketeer	D2
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Carelessly stroking his pommel top	E2
If from the saddle ye see me drop	E2
Riddle me quickly yon solemn fop	F2
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So these with many a compliment	K
Each on his own dark thought intent	K
With grave politeness onward went	K
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Riding high and in sight of all	B2
Viceroy escort and seneschal	B2
Under the shade of the Almandral	B2
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Holding their secret hard and fast	K
Silent and grave they ride at last	K
Into the dusty traveled Past	K
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Even like this they passed away	F
Two hundred years ago to day	F
What of the lady Who shall say	F
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Do the souls of the dying ever yearn	Z
To some favored spot for the dust's return	Z
For the homely peace of the family urn	Z
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I know not Yet did the seneschal	B2
Chancing in after years to fall	B2
Pierced by a Flemish musket ball	B2
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Call to his side a trusty friar	G2
And bid him swear as his last desire	G2
To bear his corse to San Pedro's choir	G2
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At Leon where 'neath a shield azure	G2
Should his mortal frame find sepulture	G2
This much for the pains Christ did endure	G2
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Be sure that the friar loyally	B2
Fulfilled his trust by land and sea	B2
Till the spires of Leon silently	B2
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Rose through the green of the Almandral	B2
As if to beckon the seneschal	B2
To his kindred dust 'neath the choir wall	B2
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I wot that the saints on either side	K
Leaned from their niches open eyed	K
To see the doors of the church swing wide	K
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That the wounds of the Saviour on either flank	D
Bled fresh as the mourners rank by rank	D
Went by with the coffin clank on clank	D
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For why When they raised the marble door	G2
Of the tomb untouched for years before	G2
The friar swooned on the choir floor	G2
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For there in her laces and festal dress	H2
Lay the dead man's wife her loveliness	H2
Scarcely changed by her long duress	H2
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As on the night she had passed away	F
Only that near her a dagger lay	F
With the written legend Por el Rey	F
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What was their greeting the groom and bride	K
They whom that steel and the years divide	K
I know not Here they lie side by side	K
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Side by side Though the king has his way	F
Even the dead at last have their day	F
Make you the moral Por el Rey	F