From The Poems of Felicia Hemans, 1872 edition
THERE ARE SOUNDS IN THE DARK RONCESVALLES.
There are sounds in the dark Roncesvalles,
There are echoes on Biscay's wild shore;
There are murmurs—but not of the torrent,
Nor the wind, nor the pine-forest's roar.
'Tis a day of the spear and the banner,
Of armings and hurried farewells;
Rise, rise on your mountains, ye Spaniards!
Or start from your old battle-dells.
There are streams of unconquer'd Asturias
That have roll'd with your father's free blood:
Oh! leave on tho graves of the mighty
Proud marks where their children have stood!
