Poems of Gustavo Adolfo Becquer, LII

^{Translated from the Spanish by Mason Carnes}

When from out our happy past
      The flying hours we call,
A tear-drop glitters upon your eye
      And trembles, just ready to fall.

And at length it falls at the thought that we both
      Shall return to lament alway,
As the day that is for the day that was
      And the day that's to come for to-day.