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To Julia

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Should Phoebus e'er desert my mind,     And should the Nine their aid refuse,     Enchanting Girl! I still could find     A theme in thee, in thee a Muse.     Can Fiction any charms devise     That proudly may with thine compare?     On thee she turns her wondering eyes,     And drops the pencil in despair.     Far sweeter are thy notes to me     Than sweetest poet ever sung;     And true perfection would it be     To sing thy beauties with thy tongue.     Let Phoebus, then, desert my mind!     And let the Nine their aid refuse!     Ever, my Julia! shall I find     In thee a theme, in thee a Muse.

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