Poems of Gustavo Adolfo Becquer, XXIV

^{Translated from the Spanish by Mason Carnes}

Two blood-red tongues of fire
That, circling the same log,
Approach and as they kiss
Form but a single flame;

Two notes, plucked cunningly
Together from the lute,
That meet in space in sweet
Harmonious embrace;

Two waves that come to die
Together on the beach
And, as they’re breaking, crown
Themselves with silver crest;

Two sinuous curls of smoke
That rise from out the lake
And, as they meet there in
The sky, form one white cloud;

Two thoughts that equally
Gush out; two kisses blent;
Two echoes mingling e’er,—
Like these are our two souls!