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1772–1832

TO MISS ATKINSON,

John Carr

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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