There Are Sounds in the Dark Roncesvalles

There are sounds in the dark Roncesvalles,
There are echoes on Biscay’s wild shore;
There are murmurs--but not of the torrent,
Nor the wind, nor the pine-forest’s roar.

’Tis a day of the spear and the banner,
Of armings and hurried farewells;
Rise, rise on your mountains, ye Spaniards!
Or start from your old battle-dells.

There are streams of unconquer’d Asturias
That have roll’d with your father’s free blood:
Oh! leave on the graves of the mighty
Proud marks where their children have stood!