Letrilla.
Wherefore, child, so brave to-day,1
Necklaces upon your breast,2
Ribbons in your sandals gay,3
A key of silver at your waist ?4
Though the hills be white with snow,5
Spring’s eyes smile at eyes of ours,6
And I seek the vale below,7
Wonder if the jasmine flowers !8
Spring or winter, for my part,9
Flowers or buds, are one to me,10
Such a grief is in my heart11
Such pain keeps me company.12