Romance of Moresca

I cast my cry to the winds

That they may carry it far from here

And that the sound of my laments

May never reach her.

O shepherd, have you seen

My lady whom I have lost?

Her eyes are like two arrows,

Like the lily her face is white,

Like the raven her locks are black;

Like dawn her smile is sweet;

And her name is Juanita,

My lady who has fled.

It is three days and three nights

That I search and haven't found her;

Over rough and ragged cliffs

I move my steps in vain.

Tell me, tell me, have you seen

My lady whom I have lost?

Her eyes...