The night is coming.
The moonlight strikes
on evening's anvil.
The night is coming.
A giant tree clothes itself
in the leaves of cantos.
The night is coming.
If you came to see me,
on the path of storm-winds...
The night is coming.
...you would find me crying,
under high, black poplars.
Ay, girl with the dark hair!
Under high, black poplars.
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The night is coming.
The moonlight strikes
on evening's anvil.
The night is coming.
A giant tree clothes itself
in the leaves of cantos.
The night is coming.
If you came to see me,
on the path of storm-winds...
The night is coming.
...you would find me crying,
under high, black poplars.
Ay, girl with the dark hair!
Under high, black poplars.
A remanso is a still pool in running water, the liquid calm that is not swept on by the flow.
1898 - 1936/Spanish