Delaware inquirer. (Wilmington, Del.) 1859-18??, 1859-06-11
VOLUME I.---No. 7.

Like bright meteor through his brain,
Leaving OF gems a sparkling train
OF fancies wild. These often stood
Across his path, and asked him why
He wore the hideous cowl and hood
OF ancient, monksh mystery
Twas this that made ALFONSO stray
Beyond his limits at that hour,
When monks should never lose their way,
Or virtue lean on magic pow'r.
Thick lay the dew beneath his feet,
And sparkling shone among the flowers
The nightingale meier sang 80 sweet,
In sylvan groves or fairy bowers,
As when Alfonso needless stray'd
cross the glittering moonlit gisde.
But there was something struck his ear,
Like the dull cadence OF song
That DER the plain swept low along
This made him start, but not with fear;
For his young blood was full OF fire.
Sole wealth of Castilian sire,
Who once bandit in his day,
Held DER the hills unbounded sway.
With cautious step Alfonso drew
= Close to cottage wrapt in vines
Poor youth he little dreamed or knew
How musc's tendril often twines
A silken mesh around the heart,
Which Time nor change can ever part.
Beneath u bowers extended shade,
With palpitsting heart he laid;
While his wrapt sense drank in the sound
And from the distant hills around
The echoes caught tn enchanting lay
Then through each valley softly wound,
And on the zephyrs passed away.
Entranced, the youths ecstatc soul
Blazed with the spirit OF the song,
And fancies wild, without control,
Drank tn impassion'd music long,
That his heart autter'd, rose and fell,
When many legend of the vale
That gave him birth; and many tats
or mountain life--of dangers wild
And many scene that when child,
Had made the blood boil in his veins,
When fright had loosen'd fancy's reins--
Passed on the evenings zephyr's swell.
But when she touch'd tender strain,
Light blazed from his expressive eye;
And as the cadence died again,
He, in his transports, seemed to die.
Love by the moonlight of old Spain,
Is quite romantic at this day
Particularly when the vein
OF human nature gets its way
But monk Alfonso knew not much
OF flove-of poetry-romance,
He had been school'd monk-as such,
He did not in some things advance
To that great eminence which might
Add to his stock of human lore,
Or raise him vastly in the sight
OF those possessed of learning's store.
Still he was cute in many things,
Such things as did not we'll compert
With monkish habits yet the springs
OF education cool'd his breast,
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The music softly died away,
Like the vibrations ofthe lyrer
When some coy maiden tunes lay.
Alfonso rose ana ga1eo "itn'h
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In truth he ala not thinK SIN
10 iook on peau'y' OF enaufo
fhe thfiii whicn music oouo'ieSS s'tes
10 every thins 'ha' ioVes VI ii'oo'
What strncb his eve, as long he gaz'd-
Within that vine-clad cottage bow'ru
For surely he seem ID much smaz'd,
Nor did the lateness of the hour
One single care in him betray,
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Still he gazed on--the moments flew
On Cupid's pinions fast away;
And round the shadows darkly drew.
Like spectres clad in grim arrays
TIL darkness hung her sable Pah
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Alfonso was no timid elf,
Who feared the shadow Of himself,
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