George Santayana,
A Hermit of Carmel, and Other Poems
“ The slaughtered braves should rise, crying, Saint James! Saint James! Then, the day won, and its bright arbiter Vanished, save for peace he left behind, Each in his private bosom should bestir Plis dearest dream: as that perchance there pined Some lovely maiden of angelic mind In those dark towers, awaiting out of Spain Two Saviours that her horoscope divined Should thence arrive. She (womanlike) were fain Not to be wholly free, but wear a chosen chain. That should be youth's adventure. ”
