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'Tis not with gilded sabres	A
That gleam in baldricks blue	B
Nor nodding plumes in caps of Fez	C
Of gay and gaudy hue	B
But habited in mourning weeds	D
Come marching from afar	E
By four and four the valiant men	F
Who fought with Aliatar	E
All mournfully and slowly	G
The afflicted warriors come	H
To the deep wail of the trumpet	I
And beat of muffled drum	H
	-
The banner of the Phenix	J
The flag that loved the sky	K
That scarce the wind dared wanton with	L
It flew so proud and high	K
Now leaves its place in battle field	M
And sweeps the ground in grief	N
The bearer drags its glorious folds	O
Behind the fallen chief	N
As mournfully and slowly	G
The afflicted warriors come	H
To the deep wail of the trumpet	I
And beat of muffled drum	H
	-
Brave Aliatar led forward	P
A hundred Moors to go	Q
To where his brother held Motril	G
Against the leaguering foe	Q
On horseback went the gallant Moor	E
That gallant band to lead	R
And now his bier is at the gate	S
From whence he pricked his steed	T
While mournfully and slowly	G
The afflicted warriors come	H
To the deep wail of the trumpet	I
And beat of muffled drum	H
	-
The knights of the Grand Master	E
In crowded ambush lay	G
They rushed upon him where the reeds	D
Were thick beside the way	G
They smote the valiant Aliatar	E
They smote the warrior dead	R
And broken but not beaten were	E
The gallant ranks he led	R
Now mournfully and slowly	G
The afflicted warriors come	H
To the deep wail of the trumpet	I
And beat of muffled drum	H
	-
Oh what was Zayda's sorrow	E
How passionate her cries	U
Her lover's wounds streamed not more free	G
Than that poor maiden's eyes	U
Say Love for didst thou see her tears	V
Oh no he drew more tight	W
The blinding fillet o'er his lids	X
To spare his eyes the sight	W
While mournfully and slowly	G
The afflicted warriors come	H
To the deep wail of the trumpet	I
And beat of muffled drum	H
	-
Nor Zayda weeps him only	G
But all that dwell between	Y
The great Alhambra's palace walls	Z
And springs of Albaicin	Y
The ladies weep the flower of knights	A2
The brave the bravest here	E
The people weep a champion	Y
The Alcaydes a noble peer	E
While mournfully and slowly	G
The afflicted warriors come	H
To the deep wail of the trumpet	I
And beat of muffled drum	H

William Cullen Bryant

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