In lonely cave, and void of light,

To drag a helpless chain,

Thy pride condemns the Christian knight, The prop and pride of Spain!”

X.

“Oh that within that dungeon's gloom His sorrows I might share,

And cheer him in that living tomb,

With love, and hope, and prayer!

But still the faith I once have plight
Unbroken must remain,

And God will help the captive knight,
And plead the cause of Spain!"

XI.

"And deem'st thou from the Moorish hold

In safety to retire,

Whose locks outshine Arabia's gold,

Whose eyes the diamond's fire!" She drew a poniard small and bright,

And spake in calm disdain:

"He taught me how, my Christian knight,

To guard the faith of Spain!"

XII.

The drawbridge falls! with loud alarm

The clashing portals fly!

She bared her breast, she raised her arm,

And knelt, in act to die!