***A TEAR ***POEM DE G.ADOLFO BECQUER.***

A TEAR.

When we return the fleeting hours

from the past to evoke,

shivering shines on her black eyelashes

a tear ready to slide.

And at last it slips, and falls like a drop

of dew, thinking that,

what today for yesterday, for today and tomorrow,

we will both return to sigh.

Author: G. A. Bécquer