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SIEGE OF VALENCIA.
How thick the shades close round!—my boy! my boy!
Where art thou in this gloom?
GARCIAS.
This is a dreadful moment!
GONZALEZ.
Now let me look on him!—Dost thou see aught
Through the dull mist which wraps us?
GARCIAS.
Oh! for a thousand Spaniards to rush down—
GONZALEZ.
—There seems a fearful hush upon the air,
As 't were the dead of night!
GARCIAS.
Around the spot in stillness. Through the spears,
Ranged thick and motionless, I see him not;
—But now—
GONZALEZ.
And all is darkness round me!—Now?