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XXXI
CAMOENS

(PREFIXED TO A TRANSLATION OF HIS SONNETS)

What singles my Camoens from the rest?
Not gliding flood of silver eloquence;
Or phrase of nicest choice; or affluence
Of thought severe to one strong line comprest:
Not music aye attending at his hest
On lute or trump as suits the various sense:
All these he hath; but laurel gathered hence
Crowns every bard inscribed among the best.
But that with lyric vehemence was fraught,
Sonnet, by him thy fair amenity,
The perfect form perturbing not in aught,
But teaching how the flight might fierier be.
Tagus yet pealeth with the passion caught
From the wild cry he flung across the sea.