Blighted Love

From the Portuguese by Lord Strangford 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!