The gnarled and ancient tree -

If in your breast they waken scorn

Shall wake the same in me.

I can forget black eyes and brows

And lips of rosy charm

If you forget the sacred vows

Those faithless lips could form -

If hard commands can tame your love,

Or prison walls can hold

I would not wish to grieve above

A thing so false and cold -

And there are bosoms bound to mine

With links both tried and strong;

And there are eyes whose lightning shine

Has warmed and blessed me long:

Those eyes shall make my only day,

Shall set my spirit free

And chase the foolish thoughts away

That mourn your memory!

68.

¿Dónde estabais todos? ¿Y dónde estabas tú?

Yo vi unos ojos que brillaban como los tuyos,

pero rizos oscuros se ondulaban alrededor de su frente

y su mirada dura me resultaba extraña.