A Timid Grace Sits Trembling In Her Eye

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Title:     A Timid Grace Sits Trembling In Her Eye
Author: Charles Lamb [More Titles by Lamb]

(1795 _or_ 1796. _Text of_ 1818)

A timid grace sits trembling in her eye,
As both to meet the rudeness of men's sight,
Yet shedding a delicious lunar light,
That steeps in kind oblivious ecstasy
The care-crazed mind, like some still melody:
Speaking most plain the thoughts which do possess
Her gentle sprite: peace, and meek quietness,
And innocent loves, and maiden purity:
A look whereof might heal the cruel smart
Of changed friends, or fortune's wrongs unkind;
Might to sweet deeds of mercy move the heart
Of him who hates his brethren of mankind.
Turned are those lights from me, who fondly yet
Past joys, vain loves, and buried hopes regret.

[The end]
Charles Lamb's poem: Timid Grace Sits Trembling In Her Eye

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