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The second moon had now begun to wane	A
Since bold Valdivia left the southern plain	A
Goal of his labours Penco's port and bay	B
Far gleaming to the summer sunset lay	B
The wayworn veteran who had slowly passed	C
Through trackless woods or o'er savannahs vast	C
With hope impatient sees the city spires	D
Gild the horizon like ascending fires	E
Now well known sounds salute him as more near	F
The citadel and battlements appear	F
The approaching trumpets ring at intervals	G
The trumpet answers from the rampart walls	H
Where many a maiden casts an anxious eye	I
Some long lost object of her love to espy	J
Or watches as the evening light illumes	H
The points of lances or the passing plumes	H
The grating drawbridge and the portal arch	K
Now echo to the long battalion's march	K
Whilst every eye some friend remembered greets	H
Amid the gazing crowd that throngs the streets	H
As bending o'er his mule amid the throng	L
Pensive and pale Anselmo rode along	L
How sacred 'mid the noise of arms appeared	M
His venerable mien and snowy beard	M
Whilst every heart a silent prayer bestowed	N
Slow to the convent's massy gate he rode	N
Around the brothers gratulating stand	O
And ask for tidings of the southern land	O
As from the turret tolls the vesper bell	P
He seeks a weary man his evening cell	P
No sounds of social cheer no beds of state	Q
Nor gorgeous canopies his coming wait	Q
But o'er a little bread with folded hands	H
Thanking the God that gave a while he stands	H
Then while all thoughts of earthly sorrow cease	H
Upon his pallet lays him down in peace	H
The scene how different where the castle hall	R
Rings to the loud triumphant festival	S
A hundred torches blaze and flame aloof	T
Long quivering shadows streak the vaulted roof	T
Whilst seen far off the illumined windows throw	U
A splendour on the shore and seas below	U
Amid his captains in imperial state	Q
Beneath a crimson canopy elate	Q
Valdivia sits and striking loud the strings	H
The wandering ministrel of Valentia sings	H
For Chili conquered fill the bowl again	V
For Chili conquered raise the heroic strain	A
Lautaro left the hall of jubilee	J
Unmarked and wandered by the moonlit sea	J
He heard far off in dissonant acclaim	W
The song the shout and his loved country's name	W
As swelled at times the trump's insulting sound	X
He raised his eyes impatient from the ground	X
Then smote his breast indignantly and cried	Y
Chili my country would that I had died	Y
On the sad night of that eventful day	B
When on the ground my murdered father lay	B
I should not then dejected and alone	Z
Have thought I heard his injured spirit groan	Z
Ha was it not his form his face his hair	A2
Hold soldier stern inhuman soldier spare	A2
Ha is it not his blood Avenge he cries	H
Avenge my son these wounds He faints he dies	H
Leave me dread shadow Can I then forget	B2
My father's look his voice He beckons yet	B2
Now on that glimmering rock I see him stand	O
Avenge he cries and waves his dim seen hand	O
Thus mused the youth distempered and forlorn	C2
When hark the sound as of a distant horn	C2
Swells o'er the surge he turned his look around	X
And still with many a pause he heard the sound	X
It came from yonder rocks and list what strain	A
Breaks on the silence of the sleeping main	A
I heard the song of gladness	H
It seemed but yesterday	B
But it turned my thoughts to madness	H
So soon it died away	B
I sound my sea shell but in vain I try	I
To bring back that enchanting harmony	J
Hark heard ye not the surges say	B
Oh heartless maid what canst thou do	D2
O'er the moon gleaming ocean I'll wander away	B
And paddle to Spain in my light canoe	D2
The youth drew near by the strange accents led	E2
Where in a cave wild sea weeds round her head	E2
And holding a large sea conch in her hand	O
He saw with wildering air an Indian maiden stand	O
A tattered poncho o'er her shoulders hung	F2
On either side her long black locks were flung	F2
And now by the moon's glimmer he espies	B
Her high cheek bones and bright but hollow eyes	B
Lautaro spoke Oh say what cruel wrong	L
Weighs on thy heart maiden what bodes thy song	L
She answered not but blew her shell again	V
Then thus renewed the desultory strain	A
Yes yes we must forget the world is wide	Y
My music now shall be the dashing tide	Y
In the calm of the deep I will frolic and swim	G2
With the breath of the South o'er the sea blossom skim	G2
If ever stranger on thy way	B
Sounds more than earthly sweet thy soul should move	H2
It is the youth Oh do not say	B
That poor Olola died for love	I2
Lautaro stretched his hand she said Adieu	D2
And o'er the glimmering rocks like lightning flew	D2
He followed and still heard at distance swell	P
The lessening echoes of that mournful shell	P
It ceased at once and now he heard no more	J2
Than the sea's murmur dying on the shore	J2
Olola ha his sister had that name	W
Oh horrid fancies shake not thus his frame	W
All night he wandered by the desert main	A
To catch the melancholy sounds again	V
No torches blaze in Penco's castled hall	R
That echoed to the midnight festival	S
The weary soldiers by their toils oppressed	K2
Had now retired to silence and to rest	K2
The minstrel only who the song had sung	F2
Of noble Cid as o'er the strings he hung	F2
Upon the instrument had fall'n asleep	L2
Weary and now was hushed in slumbers deep	L2
Tracing the scenes long past in busy dreams	B
Again he wanders by his native streams	B
Or sits his evening saraband to sing	M2
To the clear Garonne's gentle murmuring	M2
Cold o'er the fleckered clouds the morning broke	N2
Aslant ere from his slumbers he awoke	N2
Still as he sat nor yet had left the place	B
The first dim light fell on his pallid face	B
He wakes he gazes round the dawning day	B
Comes from the deep in garb of cloudy gray	B
The woods with crow of early turkeys ring	M2
The glancing birds beneath the castle sing	M2
And the sole sun his rising orb displays	B
Radiant and reddening through the scattered haze	B
To recreate the languid sense a while	O2
When earth and ocean wore their sweetest smile	O2
He wandered to the beach the early air	A2
Blew soft and lifted as it blew his hair	A2
Flushed was his cheek his faded eye more bright	P2
Shone with a faint but animated light	P2
While the soft morning ray seemed to bestow	U
On his tired mind a transient kindred glow	U
As thus with shadow stretching o'er the sand	O
He mused and wandered on the winding strand	O
At distance tossed upon the tumbling tide	Y
A dark and floating substance he espied	Y
He stood and where the eddying surges beat	Y
An Indian corse was rolled beneath his feet	Y
The hollow wave retired with sullen sound	Y
The face of that sad corse was to the ground	Y
It seemed a female by the slender form	Q2
He touched the hand it was no longer warm	Q2
He turned its face O God that eye though dim	G2
Seemed with its deadly glare as fixed on him	G2
How sunk his shuddering sense how changed his hue	D2
When poor Olola in that corse he knew	D2
Lautaro rushing from the rocks advanced	Y
His keen eye like a startled eagle's glanced	Y
'Tis she he knew her by a mark impressed	Y
From earliest infancy beneath her breast	Y
Oh my poor sister when all hopes were past	Y
Of meeting do we meet thus meet at last	Y
Then full on Zarinel as one amazed	Y
With rising wrath and stern suspicion gazed	Y
For Zarinel still knelt upon the sand	Y
And to his forehead pressed the dead maid's hand	Y
Speak whence art thou	R2
Pale Zarinel his head	Y
Upraising answered	Y
Peace is with the dead	Y
Him dost thou seek who injured thine and thee	J
Here strike the fell assassin I am he	J
Die he exclaimed and with convulsive start	Y
Instant had plunged the dagger in his heart	Y
When the meek father with his holy book	S2
And placid aspect met his frenzied look	S2
He trembled struck his brow and turning round	Y
Flung the uplifted dagger to the ground	Y
Then murmured Father Heaven has heard thy prayer	A2
But oh the sister of my soul lies there	A2
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William Lisle Bowles

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