 | Constance De Castile |  |
V.
Along the bosom of the deep,Love, o'er thy charge strict vigils keep!
Lo! where yon rock embays the tides
The Paynim's watchful galley rides.
Oh, turn the hostile prow aside,
From the stern Moor fair Constance save!
Be thou the helm's-man, smooth the wave,
And to her knight the Virgin guide!
While proudly heralding her way
Once more I strike the minstrel lay,
The pomp of antique days recall,
And jousts at solemn festival!
| Constance De Castile | |