At the Hacienda
Know I not whom thou mayst be Carved upon this olive-tree, Manuela of La Torre, For around on broken walls Summer sun and spring rain falls, And in vain the low wind calls Manuela of La Torre. Of that song no words remain But the musical refrain, Manuela of La Torre. Yet at night, when winds are still, Tinkles on the distant hill A guitar, and words that thrill Tell to me the old, old story, Old when first thy charms were sung, Old when these old walls were young, Manuela of La Torre.
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"Know I not whom thou mayst be..."
This evocative piece by Bret Harte (Francis), titled "At the Hacienda", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...