From the Portuguese. "Tu Mi Chamas"
In moments to delight devoted,"My Life!" with tenderest tone, you cry;Dear words! on which my heart had doted,If Youth could neither fade nor die.
To Death even hours like these must roll,Ah! then repeat those accents never;Or change "my Life!" into "my Soul!"Which, like my Love, exists for ever.
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