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"Los aureos momentos volan como abijas."


THE golden moments fly like yellow bees,

Which come with honey from the flowery field.

The golden moments all their sweetness yield, -

Their flowery sweetness, honeyed memories.

Ah, memories too sweet for perfect peace,

Unless I share them; yet my lips are sealed.

Would not the charm be lost if I revealed

That name, to me so full of harmonies?

No hour, no moment, in the livelong day

But is weighed down with honeyed thoughts of thee.

Imprinted on the night's page dim and gray,

Thy smiling face, thine eyes, thy form, I see.

The music of the ocean far away

Without thy name would but discordant be.