A proud Castilian beauty left
Her home in sunny Spain,
And went with him who held her heart
A fairer home to gain.
To strange new lands the good ship sailed,
And where she touched her keel
There grew, in token of young love,
The Rose of Old Castile.
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Rose of Old Castile · Elizabeth Gordon · Poetry Cove