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Sonnet
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Time and mortal will
stand never fast;
Estranged fates man’s
confidence estrange;
Aye with new quality
imbued, the vast
World seems but
victual of voracious change.
New endless growth
surrounds on every side,
Such as we deemed
not earth could ever bear,
Only doth sorrow for
past woe abide
And sorrow for past good,
if good it were.
Now Time with green hath
made the meadows gay,
Late carpeted with snow
by winter frore,
And to lament hath
turned my gentle lay;
Yet of all change
chiefly I deplore,
The human lot,
transformed to ill alway,
Not chequered with
rare blessing as of yore.
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(Tr.: Richard Garnett)
Luís Vaz de Camões
(1524 or 1525 – 20
June1580
Spanish Poet
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