"Susojos a mis ojos Miven atentos, Y, callando se dicen Sus sentimentos, Cosa es bien eavas, Qua sin habaose entienden Nuestros dos almas."
TO ———
It told me thou wert all my own— (My gentle one)—that voiceless tone— Dost thou forget the day When gazing fondly in thine eyes, I saw, with rapturous surprise, Young love half hidden lay? Blush not—that from thine eyes was told A tale thy lips would deem too bold.
Nor e'er, sweet one, deny the tale Once whispered 'neath the drooping veil Of thine eyes' fringed lid? But turn once more their tender gaze, As in those early joyous days, Ere by cold prudence chid. Ah! treacherous lips, why thus deny What's written in that tell-tale eye?