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Charlotte Smith - Sonnet XIX. To Mr. Haley,
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On receiving some elegant lines from him. 

FOR me the Muse a simple band design`d
Of `idle` flowers that bloom the woods among,
Which, with the cypress and the willow join`d,
A garland form`d as artless as my song.
And little dared I hope its transient hours
So long would last; composed of buds so brief;
Till Hayley`s hand among the vagrant flowers,
Threw from his verdant crown a deathless leaf.
For high in Fame`s bright fane has Judgment placed
The laurel wreath Serena`s poet won,
Which, woven with myrtles by the hands of Taste,
The Muse decreed for this her favourite son.
And those immortal leaves his temples shade,
Whose fair, eternal verdure--shall not fade!
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