| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 582. Gil, the Toreador |
| | | By Charles Henry Webb |
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| THE QUEEN sat in her balcony, | |
| The Loveliest of Spain; | |
| Beneath rode all the chivalry, | |
| And roses fell like rain | |
| To crown the gallant gentlemen | 5 |
| The gonfalon who bore: | |
| A woman’s favor fell for one,— | |
| Gil, the Toreador. | |
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| Beneath the royal canopy, | |
| To see the red bull slain, | 10 |
| They sat, like loyal lovers, | |
| The King and Queen of Spain. | |
| Came marshal, noble, knight and squire, | |
| Chulo and picador: | |
| Of all a woman saw but one,— | 15 |
| Gil, the Toreador. | |
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| The trumpets clanged, the sport was on, | |
| The royal sport of Spain; | |
| Maddened by shouts and thrust of lance | |
| The bull now charged amain: | 20 |
| Down to their death went chulos then, | |
| And many a matador:— | |
| A woman only knew there fell | |
| Gil, the Toreador. | |
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| When through the streets of proud Madrid | 25 |
| Swept next the courtly train, | |
| Sat not upon her balcony | |
| The Loveliest of Spain. | |
| Long live the King and his fair Queen, | |
| Still loyal thousands roar:— | 30 |
| None know what woman died when fell | |
| Gil, the Toreador. | |
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