To Miss Atkinson Poem by Sir John Carr

To Miss Atkinson



ON THE EXTREME DIFFIDENCE WHICH SHE

DISPLAYS TO STRANGERS.


Just as a fawn, in forest shade,
Trembling to meet th' admiring eye,
I've seen thee try to hide, sweet maid!
Thy charms behind thy modesty.

Thus too I've seen at midnight steal
A fleecy cloud before the wind,
And veil, tho' it could not conceal,
The brilliant light that shone behind.

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