Classic Poem

To my Lady CARTERET

Too great your Power, and too soft my Breast:
The charming Inspiration to resist:
But Oh in what bold Strain shall I begin,
To breathe th' unusual Potent Instinct in?
Such pleasing looks, in midst of Spring, adorn
The Flowry Fields; so smiles the Beauteous Morn.
But, What are these dull Metaphors to you?
Or, What is all, my Fancy has in view?
A Form more fine, more accurately wrought,
Was ne'r conceiv'd by a Poetick Thought?
So mild your eyes, so beautiful and bright,
That lovelier eyes did ne'r salute the Light;
With such a gentle look, and such an air;
So lovely, so exceeding sweet, and fair,
To us, the Heavenly Messengers appear:
Whilst Man too feeble for their bright extreams,
With such soft Smiles as yours they'r forc't to allay their Beams.