HAST never come to thee an hour,
A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles,
These eager business aims–books, politics, art, amours,
To utter nothingness?
Y antes de que me traici0ne la mem0ria…
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
He took her with a sigh.