by James Stephens (1882 - 1950)

Language: English 
Our translations:  SPA
In the scented bud of the morning -- O,
  When the windy grass went rippling far,
I saw my dear one walking slow,
  In the field where the daises are.

We did not laugh and we did not speak
  As we wandered happ'ly to and fro;
I kissed my dear on either cheek,
  In the bud of the morning -- O!

A lark sang up from the breezy land,
  A lark sang down from a cloud afar,
As she and I went hand in hand
  In the field where the daisies are.

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  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Mercedes Vivas) , "Las margaritas", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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