Sonnet XXXIV: Charm’d by Thy Suffrage

Sonnet XXXIV: Charm’d by Thy Suffrage


Charm’d by thy suffrage, shall I yet aspire
(All inauspicious as my fate appears,
By troubles darken’d, that encrease with years,)
To guide the crayon, or to touch the lyre?
Ah me!—the sister Muses still require
A spirit free from all intrusive fears,
Nor will they deign to wipe away the tears
Of vain regret, that dim their sacred fire.
But when thy envied sanction crowns my lays,
A ray of pleasure lights my languid mind,
For well I know the value of thy praise;
And to how few, the flattering meed confin’d,
That thou,—their highly favour’d brows to bind,
Wilt weave green myrtle, and unfading bays!

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