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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

The Conquerors

By José-Maria de Heredia (1842–1905)

Translation of Maurice Francis Egan

FALCONS fierce they are from charnel nest,

Weary of flight and burdens of their woe;

From Palos of Moguer they spell-bound go,

Heroic dreams and coarse their minds invest.

Far in deep mines the precious gold-veins rest

Waiting for them; and as the trade-winds blow

Filling their sails, they drive them all too slow

To that mysterious shore,—world of the West.

The phosphorescent blue of tropic seas

Colored their dreams when in the languid breeze

They slept each eve in hope of morrows bright,—

Of epic morrows; or in unknown skies,

Leaning entranced, they saw from carvels white

From out the ocean, strange new stars arise.