English poem
To Miss Atkinson, On The Extreme Diffidence Which She Displays To Strangers.
by John Carr (1793–1845)
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.
More by John Carr
- The Rhingau Song.
- The Song Of Grief
- The Water-Nymph Of The Rock.
- Time And The Lover.
- Valentine Verses, Sent To My Young Friend, Miss Emma Trevelyan, Of Wallington-House, Northumberland.
- Verses On An Autumnal Leaf.
- Verses To Miss M. G ---- , Accompanied With A Dried Heliotrope, Which She Had Presented To The Author A Year Before.
- Verses To The Tomb Of A Friend.