and again with his glass wing, playing
call;
but those that restraining flight
your beauty and my joy to behold; those who learned our names,
will return the thick honeysuckle in your garden walls to climb, and again in the afternoon, even more beautiful, the flowers open
but those of dew, which drops looked
tremble and fall like tears of the day ...
will return the love in your ears burning
sounding words; your heart, deep sleep may wake
but silent and absorbed and knees as you worship to God at his altar,
so you do not want to!
Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
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