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!
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I. Disappointment in Love