Sensibility. Poem by Susan Evance

AH! child of sensibility!
The cold world nothing knows of thee!
The charm of sentiment- the thought
With tenderness enchanting fraught-
The bliss which Nature's scenes convey-
The dreams that o'er the spirit stray-
Th' indignant throb- the melting glow-
Devotion's flame- compassion's woe-
These rising on the ardent mind,
No interest congenial find;
But if attention's glance they gain,
Awake derision and disdain.
Ah, child of sensibility!
The cold world nothing knows of thee.