ON THE EYES OF MISS A —— H ——

By George Gordon Byron

Anne's Eye is liken'd to the Sun,

From it such Beams of Beauty fall;

And this can be denied by none,

For like the Sun, it shines on All.

Then do not admiration smother,

Or say these glances do n't become her;

To you, or I, or any other

Her Sun, displays perpetual Summer.