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SONNET VI. TO A YOUNG LADY, WITH SOME SONGS IN MANUSCRIPT.

For thee I cull no fair poetic flow'rs,
By Genius borrow'd from th'inspiring Muse;
Tho' oft her votary at the evening hours,
As pensive wand'ring near her peaceful bow'rs,
Yet she, coy nymph, her aid did still refuse.
Her smile no longer courting, thus I said—
‘The world will tell in vain I waste my time
‘Weaving in lowly cot my humble rhyme:
‘Yes!—I will straight pursue some kinder maid,
‘Nor envy him who soars in bold sublime.’
Then Fancy thy fair form did quick present:
To thee I send my artless songs of love;
Nor will I think one hour hath been misspent,
Should thou, sweet maid, one artless song approve.