| Samuel Waddington, comp. The Sonnets of Europe. 1888. | | | | To-morrow | | By Lope de Vega (1562–1562) |
| | Translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
LORD, what am I, that, with unceasing care, | |
| Thou didst seek after me,—that thou didst wait, | |
| Wet with unhealthy dews, before my gate, | |
| And pass the gloomy nights of winter there? | |
| O strange delusion!—that I did not greet | 5 |
| Thy blest approach, and oh, to Heaven how lost, | |
| If my ingratitude’s unkindly frost | |
| Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon thy feet. | |
| How oft my guardian angel gently cried, | |
| “Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see | 10 |
| How He persists to knock and wait for thee!” | |
| And oh! how often to that voice of sorrow | |
| “To-morrow we will open,” I replied, | |
| And when the morrow came I answered still, “To-morrow.” | | | | |
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