Nay, Inez, no more persuade; <br /> Those are sounds that to glory should move: <br />Ah! ne'er for a warrior made <br /> Were the garlands thy fondness wove. <br />Wake!—arouse! 'tis the battle's roar; <br /> 'Tis its light'ning afar I see! <br />I return with life no more, <br /> Or, my country, thou shalt be free! <br />Yet, Inez, in other lands, <br /> When around war's banners shall stream; <br />When rush forth our conquering bands <br /> All radiant with bravery's beam: <br />Yes—then, midst the battle's roar, <br /> I can still spare one thought for thee; <br />But we meet again no more, <br /> Till, my country, thou shalt be free!<br /><br />Louisa Stuart Costello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spanish-song/
