Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain/Juvenilities

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When I was yet a child,
A child Dorila too,
To gather there the flowerets wild,
We roved the forest through.

And gaily garlands then,
With passing skill displayed,
To crown us both, in childish vein,
Her little fingers made.

And thus our joys to share,
In such our thoughts and play,
We pass'd along, a happy pair,
The hours and days away.

But ev'n in sports like these,
Soon age came hurrying by!
And of our innocence the ease
Malicious seem'd to fly.

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.

  1. Works of Melendez, Salvà's Edition, vol. i. p. 39. This piece was also taken for translation from Bouterwek, when first entering on a study of Spanish literature. From Bouterwek it was copied by Sismondi, when borrowing, as he did largely, from that compiler; but Mr. Roscoe has not given a translation of this, as he probably found it difficult to do so satisfactorily. It is in fact almost as difficult to translate Melendez as it is to translate Anacreon, their peculiar simplicity and grace being so nearly allied.