Saturday, July 7, 2007


Flowers are fresh, and bushes green,

Cheerily the linnets sing;
Winds are soft, and skies serene;

Time, however, soon shall throw

Winter's snow
O'er the buxom breast of Spring!

Hope, that buds in lover's heart,

Lives not through the scorn of years;
Time makes love itself depart;

Time and scorn congeal the mind,—

Looks unkind
Freeze affection's warmest tears.

Time shall make the bushes green;

Time dissolve the winter snow;
Winds be soft, and skies serene;

Linnets sing their wonted strain:

But again
Blighted love shall never blow!

From the Portuguese of LUIS DE CAMOENS.
Translation of LORD STRANGFORD