Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Spain, Portugal, Belgium, and Holland: Vols. XIV–XV. 1876–79. | | | | Spain: Oropesa | | Oropesa | | Robert Southey (1774–1843) |
| | (From Recollections of a Day’s Journey in Spain)
THE MISTS of morn | |
| (I well remember) hovered o’er the heath, | |
| When with the earliest dawn of day we left | |
| The solitary Venta. Soon the sun | |
| Rose in his glory: scattered by the breeze | 5 |
| The thin mists rolled away, and now emerged | |
| We saw where Oropesa’s castled hill | |
| Towered in the dim light dark; and now we past | |
| Torralva’s quiet huts, and on our way | |
| Paused frequent, and looked back, and gazed around, | 10 |
| Then journeyed on, and paused, and gazed again. | |
| It was a goodly scene. The stately pile | |
| Of Oropesa now with all its towers | |
| Shone in the sunbeam; half-way up the hill, | |
| Embowered in olives, like the abode of Peace, | 15 |
| Lay Lagartina; and the cool fresh gale | |
| Bending the young corn on the gradual slope | |
| Played o’er its varying verdure. I beheld | |
| A convent near, and my heart thought that they | |
| Who did inhabit there were holy men, | 20 |
| For, as they looked around them, all they saw | |
| Was very good. | | | | |
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