Often when two are parting,
Each grasps a hand as friend;
And then begins a weeping
And a sighing without end.
We did not sigh when parting;
No tears between us fell;
The weeping and the sighing
Came after our farewell.
Often when two are parting,
Each grasps a hand as friend;
And then begins a weeping
And a sighing without end.
We did not sigh when parting;
No tears between us fell;
The weeping and the sighing
Came after our farewell.
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer