VERSES BY CAMOENS

If in thy glorious home above

Thou still recallest earthly love,

If yet retained a thought may be.

Of him whose heart hath bled for thee ;

Remember still how deeply shrined

Thine image dear is in his mind,

Each well-known scene, each former care

Forgotten, — thou alone art there !

Remember that thine eye-beam's light

Hath fled forever from his sight

And with that vanished, treasure lost.

Is every hope he cherished most.

Think that his life from thee apart

Is nought but weariness of heart.

Each stream, whose music once was dear

Now murmurs discord to his ear.

Through thee the morn, whose cloudless rays

Woke him to joy in other days

Now in the light of beauty dressed

Brings but new sorrows to his breast !

Through thee the heavens are dark to him,

The sun's meridian blaze is dim,

And harsh were e'en the bird of eve

But that her song still loves to grieve.

> Je désire attirer l'attention du lecteur sur le charme de ces rimes au milieu des vers alternés. Je ne crois pas que ceci existe dans la poésie française.

AU it hath been his heart forgets, So altered by its long regrets, Each wish is changed, each hope is o'er. Ah ! joy's light spirit wakes no more.