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Ev'ry dusk eye in Madrid	A
Flash'd blue 'neath its lid	A
As the cry and the clamour ran round	B
The king has been crown'd	B
And the brow of his bride has been bound	B
With the crown of a queen	C
And between	C
Te Deum and salvo the roar	D
Of the crowd in the square	E
Shook tower and bastion and door	D
And the marble of altar and floor	D
And high in the air	E
The wreaths of the incense were driven	F
To and fro as are riven	F
The leaves of a lily and cast	G
By the jubilant shout of the blast	G
To and fro to and fro	H
And they fell in the chancel and nave	I
As the lily falls back on the wave	I
And trembl'd and faded and died	J
As the white petals tremble and shiver	K
And fade in the tide	J
Of the jewel dark breast of the river	K
	-
Ho gossips the wonderful news	L
I have worn two holes in my shoes	L
With the race I have run	F
And like an old grape in the sun	F
I am shrivell'd with drought for I ran	M
Like an antelope rather than man	M
Our King is a king of Spaniards indeed	N
And he loves to see the bold bull bleed	N
And the Queen is a queen by the saints right fit	O
In half of the Spanish throne to sit	O
Tho' blue her eyes and wanly fair	E
Her cheek and her neck and her flaxen hair	E
For free and full	P
She can laugh as she watches the staggering bull	P
And tap on the jewels of her fan	M
While horse and man	M
Reel on in a ruby rain of gore	D
And pout her lip at the Toreador	D
And fling a jest	Q
If he leave the fight with unsullied vest	Q
No crack on his skin	R
Where the bull's sharp horn has entered in	R
Caramba gossips I would not be king	S
And rule and reign	T
Over wine shop and palace and all broad Spain	T
If under my wing	S
I had not a mate who could joy to the full	P
In the gallant death of a man or a bull	P
	-
What is the news	L
That has worn two holes in my Saints' day shoes	L
And parch'd me so with heat and speed	N
That a skin of wine down my throat must bleed	N
Why this there's a handsome Hidalgo at Court	U
And half in sport	U
He scour'd the country far and wide	J
For a gift to pleasure the royal bride	J
And on the broad plains of the Guadalquiver	D
He gave a pull	P
To the jewell'd bridle and silken rein	T
That made his stout horse rear and shiver	D
For in the dusk reeds of the silver river	D
Like the angry stars that redly fly	V
From the dark blue peaks of the midnight sky	V
And smouldering lie	V
Blood red till they die	V
In the blistering ground the eyes he saw	W
Of a bull without blemish or speck or flaw	W
And a hide as white as a dead saint's soul	X
With many a clinking of red pistole	X
And draughts of sour wine from the herdsman's bowl	X
He paid the full	P
Price in bright gold of the brave white bull	P
	-
Comrades we all	Y
From the pulpit tall	Y
Have heard the fat friars say God has decreed	N
That the peasant shall sweat and the soldier shall bleed	N
And Hidalgo and King	S
May righteously wring	S
Sweat and blood from us all weak strong young and old	Z
And turn the tax into Treasury gold	Z
Well the friar knows best	Q
Or why wear a cowl	A2
And a cord round his breast	Q
So why should we scowl	A2
The friar is learned and knows the mind	B2
From core to rind	B2
Of God and the Virgin and ev'ry saint	C2
That a tongue can name or a brush can paint	C2
And I've heard him declare	D
With a shout that shook all the birds in the air	D
That two kinds of clay	D2
Are used in God's Pottery every day	D2
The finest and best he puts in a mould	Z
Of purest gold	Z
Stamped with the mark of His signet ring	S
And He turns them out	E2
While the angels shout	E2
The Pope and the priest the Hidalgo and King	S
And He gives them dominion full and just	F2
O'er the creatures He kneads from the common dust	F2
And the clay stamped with His proper sign	G2
Has right divine	G2
To the sweat and the blood and the bended knee	H2
Of such my gossips as ye and me	H2
Who cares Not I	V
Only let King and Hidalgo buy	V
With the red pistoles	W
They wring from our sweltering bodies and souls	W
Treasures as full	P
Of the worth of gold as the bold white bull	P
	-
The Hidalgo rode back to the Court	U
And to finish the sport	U
When the King had been crowned	B
And the flaxen hair of the bride had been bound	B
With the crown of the Queen	C
He took a huge necklace of plates of gold	Z
With rubies between	C
And wound it threefold	Z
Round the brute's broad neck and with ruby ring	S
In its fire puffed nostrils had it led	I2
To the feet of the Queen as she sat by the King	S
With the red crown set on her lily head	I2
And she said	I2
'Let the bull be led	I2
To the floor	D
Of the arena Proclaim	J2
In my name	J2
That the valliant and bold Toreador	D
Who slays him shall pull	P
The rubies and gold from the gore	D
Of the bold white bull '	-
	-
That is the news which I bear	D
I heard it below in the square	D
And to and fro	D
I heard the voice blow	D
Of Pedro the brawny young Toreador	D
As he swore	D
By the tremulous light of the golden star	D
That quivers beneath the soft lid	A
Of Pilar	D
Who sells tall lilies through fair Madrid	A
He would wind six fold	Z
Round her neck long slender round and full	P
The rubies and gold	Z
That three times rolled	Z
Round the mighty breast of the bold white bull	P
And loudly he sang	K2
While the wine cups rang	K2
'If I'm the bravest Toreador	D
In gallant gay Madrid	A
If thou hast got the brightest eye	V
That dances 'neath a lid	A
If e'er of Andalusian wine	G2
I drank a bottle full	P
The gold the rubies shall be thine	G2
That deck the bold white bull '	-
	-
Already a chorus rings out in the city	H2
A jubilant ditty	H2
And every guitar	D
Vibrates to the names of Pedro and Pilar	D
And the strings and voices are soulless and dull	L2
That sound not the name of the bold white bull	P

Isabella Valancy Crawford

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