Yo sË, Olalla, que me adoras, Puesta que no me lo has dicho, Ni a˙n con los ojos siguiera, Mudas lenguas de amorios[1]. I know, Olalla, that thou lov'st me, Though words have ne'er thy flame confess'd; Nor even have those guarded eyes, Mute tell-tales of love's embassies, Betray'd the secret of thy breast,-- Yet still, Olalla, still thou lov'st me. ]…
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