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TO A LADY, WITH A POEM BY A FRIEND.
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SONNET IV. TO A LADY, WITH A POEM BY A FRIEND.
Lady! there's scarce a holier thing on earthThan the first dream of a young poet's brain;
Therefore with reverence view this wayward strain,
And should it, haply, seem of doubtful worth,
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Of a great mind, respect it, and refrain
From captious censure or cold scorn, nor stain
Thy Spirit's brightness with unseemly mirth.
Thou hast the vision and the soul divine,
Exquisite thoughts, and fancies high and proud;
And never, never, hath my spirit bow'd
In woman's presence as it bows in thine;
Nor have I found on earth a heart more fit
Than thine to feel this lay and cherish it.
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