White night in which the glassy water
sleeps quietly in its lake bed,
over which watches a round full moon
that leads its army of stars,
and a round holm-oak is reflected
in the unrippling mirror,
white night in which the water acts as cradle
for the highest and most profound wisdom.
It is a tatter of sky that Nature holds
clasped in her arms, it is a tatter of sky
which has come down
and in the silence of the night prays
the prayer of the lover resigned
solely to love, which is his only riches.
Miguel de Unamuno y Jugo