Gustavo Adolfo Becquer

(17 February 1836 - 22 December 1870 / Seville)

Rimas LIII


Volveran las obscuras golondrinas
En tu balcon sus nidos a colgar,
Y, otra vez, con el ala a sus cristales
Jugando llamaran.

Pero aquellas que el vuelo refrenaban
Tu hermosura y mi dicha a contemplar,
Aquellas que aprendieron nuestros nombres...
Esas... ino volveran!

Volveran las tupidas madreselvas
De tu jardi-n las tapias a escalar,
Y otra vez a la tarde, aun mas hermosas,
Sus flores se abriran;

Pero aquellas, cuajadas de rocio,
Cuyas gotas mirabamos temblar
Y caer, como lagrimas del dia...
Esas... ino volveran!

Volveran del amor en tus oidos
Las palabras ardientes a sonar;
Tu corazon de su profundo sueno
Tal vez despertara;

Pero mudo y absorto y de rodillas,
Como se adora a Dios ante su altar,
Como yo te he querido... desenganate,
Asi no te querran!

Submitted: Monday, October 18, 2010

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