He spoke, and, lo! before him he saw the city stand,
  With walls and towers that frowned in might upon that fertile land. 
  And he saw the glittering banners of Almanzor set on high,
  And swaying in the gentle breeze that filled the summer sky. 
  And those who stood upon the walls, soon as he came in sight,
  Streamed forth from the portcullis with welcome for the knight,
  For they marvelled at the prancing steed that rushed across the plain,
  They marvelled at his thundering voice and words of deep disdain. 
      And, Fortune, do thy worst; it is not meant,
      By Allah, that his knight should die in banishment.

  And as he rode into the town and galloped to the square,
  Upon the balconies he saw bright dames with faces bare;
  They stood, they gazed with eyes of love and gestures of delight,
  For they joyed to see among them so stout, so fair a knight. 
  And all of Baza’s people with cries his coming greet,
  And follow at his horse’s tail from street to crowded street. 
  His heart with gratitude was filled, his bosom filled with pride,
  And with doffed bonnet, lo, he bowed and once again he cried: 
      “And, Fortune, do thy worst; it is not meant,
      By Allah, that his knight should die in banishment.”

  They led him to the warden’s house, and there was feasting high. 
  Brave men and beauteous women in crowds were standing by. 
  The trumpets blew in merry strain, the Moorish horns resound,
  And the strain of joy was echoed from every castle round. 
  And from his colt dismounting he laid his lance aside,
  And greeted all the multitude that filled the plaza wide. 
  Then to the strong tower of the place he hurried from the street,
  And as he went a thousand times his lips would still repeat: 
      “And, Fortune, do thy worst; it is not meant,
      By Allah, that his knight should die in banishment.”

ZAIDE’S LOVE

  Then Zaide stood enraptured and gazed with placid eye,
  For the moment when his heart’s desire should be fulfilled was nigh. 
  Propitious was the moment, and happy was the hour,
  When all that he had longed for had come into his power. 
  And he said:  “Thrice happy is the wall, and happy is the bar,
  Tho’ from my fond embraces, Zaida, it keeps thee far;
  For long as thou shalt live on earth, my Zaida, thou art mine;
  And the heart that in my bosom beats, long as it beats, is thine. 
  And happy is the green, green sod on which thy feet are set,
  For the pressure of thy tender foot the grass shall ne’er forget,
  Shall ne’er forget the white, white heel that o’er the pathway came,
  Leaving behind it, everywhere, the print of snow and flame. 
  But far more happy is the knight, if e’er should Allah send
  To this dark separation a bright and peaceful