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.