But Fate, such transports eager to destroy,
Soon rudely woke me from the dream of joy,
And bade the phantoms of delight begone:
Bade hope and happiness at once depart,
And left but memory to distract my heart,
Retracing every hour of bliss for ever flown.
“Mi nueve y dulce querella.”
No searching eye can pierce the veil
That o’er my secret love is thrown;