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TO MISS S.
WRITTEN IN MARCH 1792.
While o'er thee Elegance, enamour'd, spreadsHer airy vest with heaven's own tincture bright,
Soft on thy cheeks the vernal blushes sheds,
And radiates from thine eyes in lovely light;
While in the sweetness of thy voice she owns
Accents that from the trancing spheres she stole,
And from thy harp elicits melting tones
That speak the music of the pensive soul;
While by thy glowing pencil she portrays
Angelic shapes, that beam the types of thee—
Regard the Muse who sighs in soften'd lays,
Attracted by thy moral harmony,
To each fine tone the trembling spirit gives,
Breathes but to catch thy glance, and in thy essence lives!
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