XVIII.

Isaro’s sunlit isle her dark-eyed maids Sends laden with the grape’s delicious bloom; Guerníca from its close embowering shades Sends clustered muscatel whose globes illume Bright tints of amber. Ondarróa’s gloom Of archéd boughs gives golden apples forth, Fair as on Hesperus’ dragon drew the doom; Ripe Ceres’ gifts of Deba prove the worth; And bland Zumaya opes her garden of the north.