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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882).  Complete Poetical Works.  1893.
 
Birds of Passage
Flight the Fifth.
Castles in Spain
 
HOW much of my young heart, O Spain,
  Went out to thee in days of yore!
What dreams romantic filled my brain,
And summoned back to life again
The Paladins of Charlemagne,        5
  The Cid Campeador!
 
And shapes more shadowy than these,
  In the dim twilight half revealed;
Phœnician galleys on the seas,
The Roman camps like hives of bees,        10
The Goth uplifting from his knees
  Pelayo on his shield.
 
It was these memories perchance,
  From annals of remotest eld,
That lent the colors of romance        15
To every trivial circumstance,
And changed the form and countenance
  Of all that I beheld.
 
Old towns, whose history lies hid
  In monkish chronicle or rhyme,—        20
Burgos, the birthplace of the Cid,
Zamora and Valladolid,
Toledo, built and walled amid
  The wars of Wamba’s time;
 
The long, straight line of the highway,        25
  The distant town that seems so near,
The peasants in the fields, that stay
Their toil to cross themselves and pray,
When from the belfry at midday
  The Angelus they hear;        30
 
White crosses in the mountain pass,
  Mules gay with tassels, the loud din
Of muleteers, the tethered ass
That crops the dusty wayside grass,
And cavaliers with spurs of brass        35
  Alighting at the inn;
 
White hamlets hidden in fields of wheat,
  White cities slumbering by the sea,
White sunshine flooding square and street,
Dark mountain ranges, at whose feet        40
The river beds are dry with heat,—
  All was a dream to me.
 
Yet something sombre and severe
  O’er the enchanted landscape reigned;
A terror in the atmosphere        45
As if King Philip listened near,
Or Torquemada, the austere,
  His ghostly sway maintained.
 
The softer Andalusian skies
  Dispelled the sadness and the gloom;        50
There Cadiz by the seaside lies,
And Seville’s orange-orchards rise,
Making the land a paradise
  Of beauty and of bloom.
 
There Cordova is hidden among        55
  The palm, the olive, and the vine;
Gem of the South, by poets sung,
And in whose mosque Almanzor hung
As lamps the bells that once had rung
  At Compostella’s shrine.        60
 
But over all the rest supreme,
  The star of stars, the cynosure,
The artist’s and the poet’s theme,
The young man’s vision, the old man’s dream,—
Granada by its winding stream,        65
  The city of the Moor!
 
And there the Alhambra still recalls
  Aladdin’s palace of delight:
Allah il Allah! through its halls
Whispers the fountain as it falls,        70
The Darro darts beneath its walls,
  The hills with snow are white.
 
Ah yes, the hills are white with snow,
  And cold with blasts that bite and freeze;
But in the happy vale below        75
The orange and pomegranate grow,
And wafts of air toss to and fro
  The blossoming almond trees.
 
The Vega cleft by the Xenil,
  The fascination and allure        80
Of the sweet landscape chains the will;
The traveller lingers on the hill,
His parted lips are breathing still
  The last sigh of the Moor.
 
How like a ruin overgrown        85
  With flowers that hide the rents of time,
Stands now the Past that I have known;
Castles in Spain, not built of stone
But of white summer clouds, and blown
  Into this little mist of rhyme!        90
 
 
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