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But he is on his homeward way,
        From the Roncesvalles' Strait!"

"There is dust upon his joyous brow,
    And o'er his graceful head;
And the war-horse will not wake him now,
    Tho' it bruise his greensward bed!
        —I have seen the stripling die,
        And the strong man meet his fate,
Where the mountain-winds go sounding by,
        In the Roncesvalles' Strait!"

Mine own Ximena!—Where is now the young
And buoyant spirit of the mom, which once
Breath'd in your spring-like melodies, and woke
Joy's echo from all hearts?

Is not the free air of our mountain-wilds;