Translations from Camoens; and Other Poets, with Original Poetry/Mi nueve y dulce querella

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CAMOENS.

Mi nueve y dulce querella.





NO searching eye can pierce the veil
That o'er my secret love is thrown;
No outward signs reveal its tale,
        But to my bosom known.
Thus, like the spark, whose vivid light
In the dark flint is hid from sight,
        It dwells within, alone.