Roderigo, rouse thee up from sleep;
The oath which thou didst swear
To thy good lord, how canst thou keep
When strangers come so near! For knowest thou not, where softest swell[16]
The waves around thy strand,
With sail unstretched, a caravel
Remains upon the sand? Ah! in a stormy night and dark
It reckless left the shore;
Who was its pilot none could mark
But it came back no more.