News of battle!-news of battle!
Hark! 'tis ringing down the street:
The Rhine is running deep and red,
The island lies before-
COME hither, Evan Cameron!
Come, stand beside my knee:
I hear the river roaring down
Towards the wintry sea.
Take away that star and garter-
Hide them from my aching sight:
Neither king nor prince shall tempt me
It was a Moorish maiden was sitting by a well,
And what the maiden thought of, I cannot, cannot, tell,
I am Constantine Kanaris:
I, who lie beneath this stone,
Twice into the air in thunder
Have the Turkish galleys blown.
'Danube, Danube! wherefore com'st thou
Red and raging to my caves?
Wherefore leap thy swollen waters
Place me once more, my daughter, where the sun
May shine upon my old and time-worn head,
For the last time, perchance. My race is run;
And soon amidst the ever-silent dead
Why look the distant mountains
So gloomy and so drear?
Are rain clouds passing o’er them,
Or is the tempest near?