VI.

And I, a child of danger, whose delights Were on dark hills and many-sounding seas-- I, that amidst the Cordillera heights Had given Castilian banners to the breeze, And the full circle of the rainbow seen There, on the snows;[300] and in my country been A mountain wanderer, from the Pyrenees To the Morena crags--how left I not Life, or the soul’s life, quench’d on that sepulchral spot?