When, as night drew on,
She passed on the bridge at Toledo
In her black bodice.
A rosary from the time of Charlemagne
Hung about her neck.
The wind which blows over the mountain
Will drive me mad!
---V. Hugo
Who art thou, proud God?
What arm throws towers beneath the grass
And changes purple to vile rags?...
What unseen hand
Holds the keys to the tomb?
---V. Hugo