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Sancho Sanchez lay a dying in the house of Mariquita	A
For his life ebbed with the ebbing of the red wound in his side	A
And he lay there as they left him when he came from the Corrida	A
In his gold embroidered jacket and his red cloak and his pride	A
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But at cockcrow in the morning when the convents of Sevilla	B
Suddenly rang loud to matins Sanchez wakened with a cry	C
And he called to Mariquita bade her summon his cuadrilla	B
That they all might stand around him in the hour when he should die	C
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For he thought in his bold bosom I have ventured with them often	D
And have led the way to honour upon every ring in Spain	E
And now in this the hardest of the fields that I have fought in	F
I would choose that every face of them were witness of my pain	E
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For their stern eyes would upbraid me if I went down to the battle	B
Without a friend to cheer me or at least a fool to hiss	G
And they hold it all unworthy men should die like fatted cattle	B
Stricken singly in the darkness at the shambles of Cadiz ''	-
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Then he bade the lamps be lighted and he made them bring a mirror	H
Lest his cheeks should have grown paler in the watches of the night	A
For he feared lest his disciples should mistrust his soul of terror	H
When they came to look upon him if they saw his face was white	A
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Oh long time in the mirror did he look with awful smiling	I
At the eyes which gazed out at him while the women watched him mute	A
And he marked how death's white fingers had been clammily defiling	I
The redness of God's image and had wiped the sunburns out	A
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Then he spake Go fetch the carmine from the side drawer of the table	B
Where Mariquita keeps it '' But when it was not found	A
'Tis no matter '' answered Sanchez we must do what we are able ''	-
And he painted his cheeks' paleness with the red blood of his wound	A
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And anon there came a murmur as of voices and a humming	I
On the staircase and he knew them by their footsteps at the door	J
And he leant up on his pillow that his eyes might see them coming	I
In their order of the plaza as they strode across the floor	J
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And when they stood around him in their stately mantas folded	A
With a solemn grief outawing the brute laughter of their eyes	K
You had deemed them in the lamplight to be bronzen statues moulded	A
Of the powers of Nature yielding a brave man in sacrifice	L
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But the soul of Sanchez quailed not and he laughed in their sad faces	M
Crying loud to Mariquita for the Valdepe as wine	N
A fair pig skin Caballeros blushes here for your embraces	O
And I drink to you your fortune and I pray you drink to mine ''	-
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Then they filled their leathern flagons and they held them up together	H
In a ghastly expectation till their chief should give the sign	N
And the red wine in the silence flowed like blood adown the leather	H
And the red blood from the pillow trickled drop by drop like wine	N
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Spake the Master Ere I pledge you look upon me men and hearken	N
For I have a thing to utter and a dying man is wise	K
Death is weighing down my eyelids Silently your faces darken	N
But another torch is lighted than the daylight in my eyes	K
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Life I see it now as never I had thought to comprehend it	A
Like the lines which old Manola used to write upon the sand	A
And we looked on in wonder nor guessed till it was ended	A
The birds and trees and faces which were growing from her hand	A
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Meaning was there from the outset glorious meaning in our calling	I
In the voice of emulation and our boyhood's pride of soul	B
From the day when first the capa from our father's shoulders falling	I
We were seized with inspiration and rushed out upon the bull	B
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Meaning was there in our courage and the calm of our demeanour	H
For there stood a foe before us which had need of all our skill	B
And our lives were as the programme and the world was our arena	N
And the wicked beast was death and the horns of death were hell	B
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And the boast of our profession was a bulwark against danger	H
With its fearless expectation of what good or ill may come	P
For the very prince of darkness shall burst forth on us no stranger	H
When the doors of death fly open to the rolling of the drum	P
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As I lay here in the darkness I beheld a sign from Heaven	N
Standing close a golden angel by the footpost of my bed	A
And in his hand a letter with the seal and arms engraven	N
Of the glorious San Fernando which he bade me read and read	A
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And the message of his master the blessed king my patron	N
Was to bid me in his honour to hold myself at need	A
For this very day and morning of his feast and celebration	N
And in pledge of his high favour he had sent me his own steed	A
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For the lists of Heaven were open and that day they had decreed it	A
There should be a special function for the glory of his name	Q
And the beasts were Sevillanos and a master's hand was needed	A
Lest the swords of Heaven should falter and the Saint be put to shame	Q
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And I heard the potro stamping in the street and would have risen	N
But that Mariquita held me and the women and my wound	A
And though the angel left me it was truth and not a vision	N
And I know the Saint has called me and the place where I am bound	A
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I shall fight this day in Heaven and though all Hell shall assail me	R
I have hope of a good issue for perhaps I have some skill	B
And perhaps if I should stumble or if my hand should fail me	R
There are others in the plaza who have vowed me less than ill	B
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And my mantle of salvation is the faith which is our charter	H
And the Virgin of the Pillar my protector and reward	A
And the hosts of Heaven my witness and each Spanish Saint and Martyr	H
And our lord Don Santiago himself has lent the sword ''	-
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Thus he spoke and on his speaking fell a silence and a wonder	H
While the eyes of his companions turned in awe from each to each	S
And they waited in expectance for the gates to roll asunder	H
And the voices of the angels to command him to the breach	S
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Waited till the sun uprising sent his glory through the chamber	H
And the spent lamps paled and flickered on the shame of their dismay	T
And the dying man transfigured passed in silence from his slumber	H
Like a king to coronation in the light of his new day	T
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Only they that stood the closest say the pale lips curved and parted	A
And the eyes flashed out in battle and the fingers sought the sword	A
'Tis the President has called him '' said Fernandez the true hearted	A
He has thrown his hat behind him for the glory of the Lord ''	-

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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