TO MISS ATKINSON,ON THE EXTREME DIFFIDENCE WHICH SHEDISPLAYS 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 stealA fleecy cloud before the wind,And veil, tho’ it could not conceal,The brilliant light that shone behind.
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 stealA fleecy cloud before the wind,And veil, tho’ it could not conceal,The brilliant light that shone behind.