That woman approached my
bed, that poor, hot bed on which I was tossing in pain, and lifting the
veil which her face, disclosed a tear trembling on her long,
dark lashes.
bed, that poor, hot bed on which I was tossing in pain, and lifting the
veil which her face, disclosed a tear trembling on her long,
dark lashes.
Gustavo Adolfo Becuqer
