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JUAN MELENDEZ VALDES.
I knew not how it was,
To see me she would smile;
And but to speak to her would cause
Me pleasure strange the while.
Then beat my heart the more,
When flowers to her I brought;
And she, to wreathe them as before,
Seem'd silent, lost in thought.
One evening after this
We saw two turtle-doves,
With trembling throat, who, wrapt in bliss,
Were wooing in their loves.
In manifest delight,
With wings and feathers bow'd,
Their eyes fix'd on each other bright,
They languished, moaning loud.
The example made us bold,
And with a pure caress,
The troubles we had felt we told,
Our pains and happiness.
And at once from our view
Then, like a shadow, fled
Our childhood and its joys, but new,
Love gave us his instead.
