PEDRO DE PADILLA. THE CHAINS OF LOVE. "Bien haya quien hizo." O BLEST be he! O blest be he! Let him all blessings prove, Who made the chains, the shining chains, There's many a maiden bright and fair Upon our village green; But what bright maiden can compare O blest be she! O blest be she! Let her all blessings prove, A swain there lives whose every thought His heart, his soul are hers, and nought Can sever soul from soul: So sure the chains, the shining chains, The holy chains of love. Tesoro de varias Poesias. Madrid, 1580, p. 451. THE WANDERING KNIGHT. "La sierra es alta." THE mountain towers with haughty brow, The streamlets through their currents flow, O mother mine! O mother mine! With lips that smile, and eyes that shine, I saw him there when morning's glow I beckon'd," Come to me." The streamlets through their currents flow, And wash the mallows tree. Idem, p. 450. CONCEALED PASSION. "Todos piensan que no quiero." THEY know not that I love, while I The flame which burns within the heart They talk of liberty to me To me, in heaviest fetters bound! As if or peace, or liberty, Flitted a wasting heart around; And so my thoughts they would confound This is Love's dart of waywardness, These are the weapons Love employs; And so he sports with man's distress, And trifles thus with human joys. They know not how his will annoys The tumult busy in my breast I name not; so-short-sighted men! And say, "You never knew love's pain, No wonder: never from the cell And I have worn deceit so long, That if my heart gives utterance now My spirit to be martyr'd. I Idem, p. 285. LOVE. “ Hace el Amor lo que quiere.” LOVE does whate'er he likes, 'tis true, But never what he ought to do.. It is, I find, his royal will That I, o'erpower'd by love, should die, And so 'tis his delight to fill My cup with varied misery: He tries my heart with every ill There is no grief, there is no pain, Subdued, he rouses me again, And but to visit me with all That ever bid a heart complain: His embers do his birth renew, It would become him well to give, One thought of bliss 'midst misery's throng. |