Lines to Julia M—

Since there is magic in your look,
And in your voice a witching charm,
As all our hearts consenting tell,
Enchantress, smile upon my book,
And guard its lays from hate and harm
By beauty’s most resistless spell.

The sunny dewdrop of thy praise,
Young day-star of the rising time.
Shall with its odoriferous morn
Refresh my sere and withered bays.
Smile, and I will believe my rime
Shall please the beautiful unborn.

Go forth, my pictured thoughts, and rise
In traits and tints of sweeter tone,
When Julia’s glance is o’er ye flung;
Glow, gladden, linger in her eyes,
And catch a magic not your own,
Read by the music of her tongue.