Author Gustavo Adolfo Becquer Often when two are parting, Each grasps a hand as friend; And then begins a weeping And a sighing without end. We did not sigh when parting; No tears between us fell; The weeping and the sighing Came after our farewell. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments