Episode 6

To Don Quixote of la Mancha

SONNET

Thou that didst imitate that life of mine When I in lonely sadness on the great Rock Peña Pobre sat disconsolate, In self-imposed penance there to pine; Thou, whose sole beverage was the bitter brine Of thine own tears, and who withouten plate Of silver, copper, tin, in lowly state Off the bare earth and on earth’s fruits didst dine; Live thou, of thine eternal glory sure. So long as on the round of the fourth sphere The bright Apollo shall his coursers steer, In thy renown thou shalt remain secure, Thy country’s name in story shall endure, And thy sage author stand without a peer.