(1857, Narcisse Diaz de la Peñu, 1807-1876)
Ancient and new you call us here,
what have you to instruct us this time,
for last we free you from urban hell,
and before a plague of locust swarms.
You now call us to say you're alone,
for so long all you wanted was us,
to be here and to listen to you,
be comforted from the sun by your leaves.
For now you know that it is dark,
but the daylight has not yet gone,
and I fear far away the sun will set,
such that we will be gone.