THE VIEWLESS ATOMS OF THE AIR
The viewless atoms of the air
Around me palpitate and burn,
All heaven dissolves in gold, and earth
Quivers with new-found joy.
Floating on waves of harmony I hear
A stir of kisses, and a sweep of wings;
Mine eyelids close—"What pageant nears?"
"'Tis Love that passes by!"
Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
Translation by Mrs. Ward