GUSTAVO ALDOLFO BÉCQUER
An aimless darting arrow,
Ryme II

An aimless darting arrow
Through the distance flying,
Never knowing where
Its target may be lying;

A vagrant autumn leaf
By sea winds whirled around,
No one knowing where
It will fall upon the ground;

A towering ocean wave,
Tossed in the storm’s vast roar,
Swirling, passing, unaware
What beach it searches for;

A light that flickers, shines,
Wavers, all but dark,
Nor knows which trembling gleam
May be its final spark;

All of this am I;
I go my way unheeding,
Never knowing where
My footsteps may be leading.