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(Manana)
By Lope de Vega
Lord, what am I, that with unceasing care, / Thou didst seek after me, that thou didst wait / Wet with unhealthy dews, before my gate, / And pass the gloomy nights of winter there? / O strange delusion! that I did not greet / Thy blest approach, and O, to Heaven how lost, / If my ingratitude's unkindly frost / Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon thy feet. / How oft my guardian angel gently cried, / "Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see / How he persists to knock and wait for thee! " / And, O! how often to that voice of sorrow, / "To-morrow we will open," I replied, / And when the morrow came I answered still "To-morrow. "