Translated by A. Z. Foreman - To Dawe, Esq. lyrics

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Translated by A. Z. Foreman - To Dawe, Esq. lyrics

Why would your sublime pencil draw The features of my negroid face? Though meant for future eyes, the devil Has advocates for its disgrace. Draw Miss Olénina instead. When inspiration flames the heart, Nothing but youth and beauty ever Should summon genius to art.