No more the summer of my life remains,
My autumn's lengthening evenings chill my veins;
Down the black stream of years by woes on woes
Wing'd on, I hasten to the tomb's repose
Os Lusíadas (1572) - Canto X
No more the summer of my life remains,
My autumn's lengthening evenings chill my veins;
Down the black stream of years by woes on woes
Wing'd on, I hasten to the tomb's repose
Os Lusíadas (1572) - Canto X