The Bereaved Father
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René Basset, PH.D.
Moorish Literature
University of France
1901
Spain
The Bereaved Father: grief, parenthood, mourning, loss, sorrow, remembrance, family, despair, tenderness, death
Public Domain (copyright expired)
These tales form part of the Moorish Ballads & Romances section of the book
The Bereaved Father
"Rise up, rise up, thou hoary head,
What madness causes thy delay?
Thou killest swine on Thursday morn,
And eatest flesh on fasting day.
"'Tis now seven years since first I trod
The valley and the wandering wood;
My feet were bare, my flesh was torn,
And all my pathway stained in blood.
"Ah, mournfully I seek in vain
The Emperor's daughter, who had gone
A prisoner made by caitiff Moors,
Upon the morning of St. John.
"She gathered flowers upon the plain,
She plucked the roses from the spray,
And in the orchard of her sire
They found and bore the maid away."
These words has Moriana heard,
Close nestled in the Moor's embrace;
The tears that welled from out her eyes
Have wet her captor's swarthy face.
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