Y siguió llorando.

Pedro fijó una mirada estúpida en la corriente del río. En la
corriente, que pasaba y pasaba sin cesar ante sus extraviados ojos,
quebrándose al pie del mirador entre las rocas sobre que se asienta la
ciudad imperial.



III


¡La catedral de Toledo![1] Figuraos un bosque de gigantes palmeras de
granito que al entrelazar sus ramas forman una bóveda colosal y
magnífica, bajo la que se guarece y vive, con la vida que le ha
prestado el genio, toda una creación de seres imaginarios y reales.

[Footnote 1: La catedral de Toledo. The construction of the Toledo
Cathedral is essentially of the thirteenth century, although it was
not finished until 1493. The exterior of this vast church, with its
great doors, rose-windows, and beautiful Gothic towers, the northern
one of which (295 ft.) has alone been finished, is of surpassing
grandeur and beauty, and nothing could be more sumptuous or more
impressive than its interior. "And should time be short for detailed
inspection, it is this general effect of immense naves, of a forest
of columns and of jeweled windows that we carry away, feeling too
small amidst such greatness of form and incomparable loveliness of
lights for the mere expression of admiration." Hannah Lynch,
_Toledo_, London, 1903, pp. 150-151.]