“La noche buena se viene,
La noche buena se va,
Y nosotros nos iremos
Y no volveremos mas.”
— Old Villancico.
Sweet evenings come and go, love,
They came and went of yore:
This evening of our life, love,
Shall go and come no more.
When we have passed away, love,
All things will keep their name;
But yet no life on earth, love,
With ours will be the same.
The daisies will be there, love,
The stars in heaven will shine:
I shall not feel thy wish, love,
Nor thou my hand in thine.
A better time will come, love,
And better souls be born:
I would not be the best, love,
To leave thee now forlorn.
(George Eliot)
More Poetry from George Eliot:
George Eliot Poems based on Topics: Life, Love, Heaven, Hope, Name- The Choir Invisible (George Eliot Poem)
- Two Lovers (George Eliot Poem)
- In a London Drawingroom (George Eliot Poem)
- Mid My Gold-Brown Curls (George Eliot Poem)
- Roses (George Eliot Poem)
- I Grant You Ample Leave (George Eliot Poem)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Love Poems, Life Poems, Heaven Poems, Name Poems, Hope PoemsBased on Keywords: forlorn, yore, daisies, evenings, noche, nos, mas, buena, viene, nosotros