 | Poems on several occasions |  |
VERSES
UPON MY RUNNING OUT OF THE ROOM WHEN SOME LADIES CAME INTO IT.
What an idiot should I prove,Once transform'd by mighty Love,
That so simple now appear,
Awkward, clownish, full of fear!
My trembling voice would then forego
Its faltering, solitary “No;”
Nor could my eyes unfold my mind;
Dumb, alas! at once, and blind;
Undeserving of the fair,
Sad, and certain to despair!
Knowing, then, myself, by flight
Timely I avoid a sight
That my heart might captive lead,
Never, never to be freed;
577
Shuns unpitied, fruitless sighing;
Ever safe, while ever flying.
| Poems on several occasions | |