a!

    remendous he final

    banderillas of darkness!

    But now  end.

    Nohe grass

    open h sure fingers

    the flower of his skull.

    And now  singing;

    singing along marshes and meadows,

    sliden on frozen horns,

    faltering soulles in t

    stoumbling over a thousand hoofs

    like a long, dark, sad tongue,

    to form a pool of agony

    close to tarry Guadalquivir.

    Oe wall of Spain!

    Oh, black bull of sorrow!

    Oh, hard blood of Ignacio!

    Oingale of his veins!

    No.

    I  see it!

    No cain it,

    no s,

    no frost of lig,

    nor song nor deluge og we lilies,

    no glass can cover mit h silver.

    No.

    I  see it!

    Stone is a forehead where dreames grieve

    curving ers and frozen cypresses.

    Stone is a so bear time

    rees formed of tears and ribbons and planets.

    I ohe waves

    raising tender riddle arms,

    to avoid being caugone

    heir blood.

    For stone gathers seed and clouds,

    skeleton larks and wolves of penumbra:

    but yields not sounds nor crystals nor fire,

    only bull rings and bull rings and more bull rings  walls.

    Noone.

    All is finis is emplate his face:

    death pale sulphur

    and aur.

    All is finisrates h.

    t,

    and Love, soaked tears of snow,

    self on the herd.

    is tenctles down.

    e are  which fades away,

    i