⁠Padillia's gentle shade,
Flitting before my view to pass,
⁠Heaving a sigh profound,
Light as a vapour, or a cloud
⁠That skims the trees around.
Nor ever enter'd I those halls,
⁠But fancying arise
I saw the founder's phantom, stain'd
⁠With blood congeal' d the dyes.
Nor in that vestibule obscure,
⁠Where with the cornice blend
The portraits of the kings, arranged
⁠In columns to extend,
To that which is blue-tiled below,
⁠And enamell'd is on high,
Which shows on every side around
⁠A rich-set balcony,
And gilded lattice roof above
⁠That crowns it with dark shade,
But thought I saw upon the ground
⁠A lifeless body laid!
Yet on that pavement may be seen
⁠A dark stain to this day!
Indelible, which ages pass