SONNET XIV.
“Ay ojuelos verdes,
Ay los mis ojuelos,
Ay hagan los cielos
Que de mi te acuerdes!”
Oh! crystal eyes, in which my image lay
While I was near, as in a fountain's wave;
Let it not in like manner pass away
When I am gone; for I am Love's true slave,
And in my eyes thine image dwells enshrined,
Like one who dazzled hath beheld the sun,
So that to other beauty I am blind,
And scarce distinguish what I gaze upon:
Let it be thus with thee! By all our vows,—
By the true token-ring upon thy hand,—
Let such remembrance as my worth allows
Between thee and each bright temptation stand,—
That I, in those clear orbs, on my return,
As in the wave's green depth, my shadow may discern.
