Jesus, sweet, comes ...
The smell of rosemary nights ..
! Oh, what purity is
the moon on the path!
Palaces, Cathedrals
tend the light of the crystals
inomnes in the night is cold ...
but the celestial melody
beats out ...
Celeste spring
the snow, rising, soft.
apart,
, leaving behind calm ...
! Lord of Heaven born,
this time in my Soul!
Juan Ramon Jimenez
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