But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware.
The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.
But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!
Light tomorrow with today!
My sun sets to raise again.
I should not dare to call my soul my own.