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. - AN OTHER VERSION You call me still your life.–Oh! change the word– Life is as transient as the inconstant sigh: Say rather I’m your soul; more just that name, For, like the soul, my love can never die.