Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Spain, Portugal, Belgium, and Holland: Vols. XIV–XV. 1876–79.
The Dying Warrior
By AnonymousT
Where the night-winds were deeply sighing,
And with shattered lance, near his war-steed slain,
Lay a youthful warrior dying.
The banner, once o’er him streaming,
For a noble shroud, as he sunk to rest
On the couch that knows no dreaming.
By the rushing Guadalquivir,
While, dark with the blood of his last red field,
Swept on the majestic river.
There were eyes o’er the warrior weeping;
But he raised his head from the dewy ground,
Where the land’s hearts were sleeping.
My soul may not brook recalling:
I have seen the stately flower of Spain
Like autumn vine-leaves falling.
O’er the halls where my youth was cherished;
I have drawn a sword that could not save;
I have stood where my king hath perished.
On the banks of my own bright river;
Ye can give me naught but a warrior’s grave
By the chainless Guadalquivir.”