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 dew-drop 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 rhyme 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 3. IN PORT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON I HAVE SEEN by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THERE WAS A GARDEN by MARIE BARTON THE PROPHET by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ONE DOES NOT WHOLLY DIE by COE BOTKIN THE INDIAMAN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |