Rubén Darío - Autumn Song In Spring lyrics

Treasured days of my youth and boyhood
You're gone and won't be back again!
You know I'd cry if only I could
Then tears come and I wish they'd end

The celestial history of my heart
Is best told in plural she
Was a sweet girl playing the first part
Set in this world's great misery

The purest sunrise describes her gaze
And she'd smile with a flower's light
Her hair as the dark series of waves
Fashioned by sorrow and by night

I was as timid as any boy
But she, one could easily say
Disposed of my ermine love and joy
Like Herodias and Salomé

Treasured days of my youth and boyhood
You're gone and won't be back again!
You know I'd cry if only I could
Then tears come and I wish they'd end

The next gave more solace, and was more
Alive and full of flattery
A woman sensitive to her core
Unique in my life and lovely
Her passion, fierce and energetic
Merged with an endless tenderness
Her peplos of some pure sheer fabric
Covered an adept of Bacchus

In her arms, she rocked my reverie
And sang it a sweet lullaby
Then she killed this creature, too tiny
Too bereft of faith and light to die

Treasured days of my youth and boyhood
You're gone and won't be back again!
You know I'd cry if only I could
Then tears come and I wish they'd end

My mouth was the place where another
Kept the jewels of her passion safe
And this madwoman, my lover
Used her teeth to gnaw my heart away

What she wanted was like a gun sight
That she trained on love of excess
Since myriad kisses and delight
Were eternity's synthesis

And from our nearly weightless skin
She would fabricate some Eden
Without realizing that the Spring
Or our flesh is a transient thing
Treasured days of my youth and boyhood
You're gone and won't be back again!
You know I'd cry if only I could
Then tears come and I wish they'd end

All the women I've known in my time
Are from many lands and climates
If they're not my pretexts for a rhyme
They float through my heart as spirit's

In vain did I look for the princess
Who was sad from so much waiting
Life is hard, bitter, of great duress
And there's no princess left to sing!

In spite of time that's so unyielding
Thirst for love is my parched burden
With gray hair I'm always moving
Toward the roses in the garden

Treasured days of my youth and boyhood
You're gone and won't be back again!
You know I'd cry if only I could
Then tears come and I wish they'd end
But the Dawn is mine! And it's golden!