PORTUGUESE CANZONET.

OF CAMOENS.

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!

Translated by Viscount Strangford.      Luis de Camõens, 1524–1579.

XII.
The Forest.