Renueva, amor, tus bríos, no se diga
Que eres más endeble que el deseo,
Cuya fiebre voraz, hoy aplacada,
Mañana se agudiza nuevamente.
Si hoy tus ojos hambrientos se han hartado,
Amor, aunque ahítos parpadeen,
Mañana también mira, no destruyas
Por torpeza el espíritu amoroso.
La ausencia sea océano que aparta
A fogosos amantes que a la orilla
Se acercan diariamente para verse
Y las ansias recíprocas inflaman.
Sea invierno tan lleno de cuidados
Que triple bienvenida dé al estío.

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allayed,
To-morrow sharpened in his former might:
So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
As call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.