and 'cholla' cactus. If he felt thirsty he drank from the
You first, you last, you false love!
``Take this, and this, and this!''
You splendid Spaniard! listen -
For neck, and cheek, and dimple,
HE crouches, and buries his face on his knees,
And hides in the dark of his hair;
For he cannot look up to the storm-smitten trees,
Or think of the loneliness there -