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TARIFA.

Written off Tarifa.
Two bells had struck when we Tarifa passed,
Tarifa eloquent with memories
Of Arab knights, and with its fortresses
Drenched with staunch English blood and now at last
On the Atlantic were we, heading fast
For England. Favourable was the breeze
And blue the skies and mirrored blue the seas
And a spring sun a glittering halo cast
Over the battered walls and ruined keep
And quaint old Moorish houses, once the scene
Of high Moresco pomp and chivalry,
But widowed now and slumbering by the deep
Beneath the sun of Africa serene,
Unwakened save when the great ships forge by.