XXXVIII.

Amongst these maids the beauteous Blanca stood, Pride of the ocean-beat Biscayan coast; A laughing damsel gay yet angel-good, Light-haired, blue-eyed, in Spain no vulgar boast, Where black-eyed maidens are a countless host. With mirth so radiant was her spirit free, That all she gladdened--melting roughest frost: Like her none danced Bolera or Olé, And none could featly touch the light guitar as she.