On The Eyes Of Miss A--h--

George Gordon Lord 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 don’t become her;
To you, or I, or any other
  Her Sun, displays perpetual Summer.

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