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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
El Manalo
By Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard (1823–1902)
 
IN the still dark shade of the palace wall,
        Where the peacocks strut,
Where the Queen may have heard my madrigal,
        Together we sat.
 
My sombrero hid the fire in my eyes,        5
        And shaded her own;
This serge cloak stifled her sweet little cries,
        When I kissed her mouth.
 
The pale olive-trees on the distant plain,
        The jagged blue rocks,        10
The vaporous sea—like mountain chain
        Dropped into the night.
 
We saw the lights in the palace flare;
        The musicians played;
The red guards slashed and sabred the stair        15
        And cursed the old king.
 
In the long black shade of the palace wall,
        We sat the night through;
Under my cloak—but I cannot tell all
        The Queen may have seen!        20
 
 
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