Poem by George Gordon Byron

On the Eyes of Miss A—— H——

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 don't become her;
To you, or I, or any other
⁠   Her Sun, displays perpetual Summer.

Miss A—— H—— Miss Anne Houson

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