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TO M——


These might the boldest Sylph appall,
When gleaming with meridian blaze;
Thy beauty must enrapture all;
But who can dare thine ardent gaze?


'Tis said that Berenice's hair,
In stars adorns the vault of heaven;
But they would ne'er permit thee there,
Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven.


For did those eyes as planets roll,
Thy sister-lights would scarce appear:
E'en suns, which systems now controul,
Would twinkle dimly through their sphere.[1]

Friday, November 7, 1806.

  1. "Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
    Having some business, do intreat her eyes
    To twinkle in their spheres till they return."