AUNQUE MIS OJOS YA NO PUEDAN
VER ESE PURO DESTELLO QUE EN MI
JUVENTUD ME DESLUMBRABA
AUNQUE YA NADA PUEDE DEVOLVER
LA HORA DEL ESPLÉNDOR EN LA HIERBA
DE LA GLORIA DE LAS FLORES
NO HAY QUE AFLIGIRSE
PORQUE LA BELLEZA SIEMPRE PERDURA EN EL RECUERDO
"What though the radiance with was once so
bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strengh in what remains behind"
bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strengh in what remains behind"
