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WITH A PRESENT OF SOME PENS SENT TO EMMA.
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Go, ingenious artist, to herAll ambitious to be prest;
Dear disclosures of sensation;
Agents of the gentle breast.
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Whiter than your whitest feather,Is the hand which you'll embrace;
Yet more white the fair affection,
Whose emotions you shall trace.
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Go, and take a charge upon you,Passing tender, passing dear;
Oh, the trust you bear is wond'rous!
Gentle agents, be sincere.
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Every sacred secret marking,Gods! how precious ye will prove!
Softest sympathies imparting,
Are ye not the plumes of Love?
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When first floating on the river,Lovely was your limpid way;
Lovely was your silver surface,
Lovely was your wat'ry play:
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But for pastime still more lovely,Your sweet feathers now I send;
What so lovely, prithee tell me,
As the service of a friend.
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Faithful to the fair deposits,Your least stroke shall reach my heart;
In its elegant recesses
Shall be fix'd, what you impart.
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Then dear instruments, I charge ye,Often tempt my Emma's eyes;
Bid her press your downy feathers,
Bid her speed the soft replies.
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Not the plumes which line her pillowHalf so delicate shall prove;
When all kind her pulses tremble,
As your downy plumes of love.
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Ye shall note her joy and anguish,Gentle agents, be sincere!
Send me half each drop of sorrow;
Rob me not of half each tear.
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Beauteous as the dews of morning,When they bathe the lovely flow'r,
Are the lucid drops of Feeling,
When from Fondness falls the show'r.
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Mark, I claim my just division;Mark, I promise just return;
Some of your white-wing'd associates
Must inform her how I mourn.
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When long leagues our persons sever,Ye our wishes shall convey;
Ye shall tell the pangs of parting,
Ye shall hail the meeting day.
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Save me, pow'rs! that strike the pulses,When invades the quick surprize;
Yonder comes the gentle Emma,
Hither she directs her eyes.
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How the feather I am usingTrembles to the trembling heart!
Agents, here behold a pattern!
See a sample of your art.
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Thus to me were Emma writing,(And her thoughts like Henry's kind)
Sympathy would shake each feather,
All expressive of the mind.
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Go then, take this charge upon you,Passing tender, passing dear;
Oh, the charge you bear is wond'rous!
Gentle agents, be sincere.
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