The Wandering Knight’s Song

[From the Spanish.]

My ornaments are arms,
My pastime is in war,
My bed is cold upon the wold,
My lamp yon star.

My journeyings are long,
My slumbers short and broken;
From hill to hill I wander still,
Kissing thy token.

I ride from land to land,
I sail from sea to sea:
Some day more kind I fate may find,
Some night kiss thee!