Sonnet Vi Poem by Robert Anderson

TO A YOUNG LADY, WITH SOME SONGS IN MANUSCRIPT.

For thee I cull no fair poetic flow'rs,
By Genius borrow'd from th'inspiring Muse;
Tho' oft her votary at the evening hours,
As pensive wand'ring near her peaceful bow'rs,
Yet she, coy nymph, her aid did still refuse.
Her smile no longer courting, thus I said--
`The world will tell in vain I waste my time
`Weaving in lowly cot my humble rhyme:
`Yes!--I will straight pursue some kinder maid,
`Nor envy him who soars in bold sublime.'
Then Fancy thy fair form did quick present:
To thee I send my artless songs of love;
Nor will I think one hour hath been misspent,
Should thou, sweet maid, one artless song approve.