Divino Sueño, gloria de mortales, regalo dulce al misero afligido: Sueño amoroso, ven a quien espera cesar del egercicio de sus males, y al descanso bolver todo el sentido. ¿ Como sufres que muera lejos de tu poder quien tuyo era? ¿ No es vileza olvidar un solo pecho en veladora pena, que sin gozar del bien che al mundo has hecho, de tu vigor se agena? Ven, Sueño alegre: Sueño, ven, dichoso: vuelve a mi alma ya, vuelve el reposo. Sienta yo en tal estrecho tu grandeza: baja, y esparce liquido el rocio: huya la alba, que en torno resplandece, mira mi ardiente llanto y mi tristeza, y quanta fuerza tiene el pesar mio: y mi frente humidece, que ya de fuegos juntos el Sol crece. Torna, sabroso Sueño, y tus hermosas alas suenen aora, y huya con sus alas presurosas la desabrida Aurora; y lo che en mi falto la noche fria, termine la cercana luz del dia. Una corona, o Sueño, de tus flores ofrezco: tù produce el blando efecto en los desiertos cercos de mis ojos, que el ayre entrevgido con olores alhaga, y ledo mueve en dulce afecto: y de estos mis enojos destierra, manso Sueño, los despojos. Ven pues, amado Sueño, ven liviano, que del ruo Oriente Despunta el tierno Febo el rayo cano. Ven ya, Sueño clemente, y acabara el dolor; asi te vea en brazos de tu cara Pasitea." [Footnote 27: Sedano.] SAA DE MIRANDA At this same period, so fertile in Spain with poetic genius, there flourished two Portuguese poets, whose names are introduced here from their connection with Spanish poetry. Saa de Miranda was horn in 1494, and died in 1558. His Spanish poems are bucolic, and more truly imbued with rural imagery than that of those warrior poets, whose love of the country was that of gentlemen who enjoy the beauties of scenery and the blandishments of the odorous breezes, rather than of persons accustomed to the detail of pastoral life. Saa de Miranda sometimes mingled a higher tone of description with his rural pictures; thus imitating nature, who associates the terrible with the lovely, the storm and the soft breath of evening. At the same time, none excels Saa de Miranda in the union of simplicity and grace: some of his verses remind the Italian reader of the odes of Chiabrera, such as these, describing the wanderings of a nymph, with which his fancy adorned a woodland scene:-- Gently straying, Gently staying, She breathed the fragrance of the breezy field; And, singing, fill'd her lap with flowers, The which the meadows yield, Painting their verdure with a thousand colours.[28] Nor does his poetry want the charm of melancholy sentiment, nor the vehemence of passion; while all that he writes has the peculiar merit of a harmony and grace all his own. [Footnote 28: "Graciosamente estando, graciosamente andando, blando ayre respirava al prado ameno ella cantava, y juntamente el seno inchiendose yva de diversas flores en que el prado era lleno sobre verde variado en mil colores."] JORGE DE MONTEMAYOR