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Sweet naivete of feature, Simple, wild, enchanting elf, Not to thee, but thanks to nature, Thou art acting but thyself. Wert thou awkward, stiff, affected, Spurning nature, torturing art; Loves and graces all rejected, Then indeed thou'd'st act a part.
This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1793 and is read here by Barbara Rafferty.
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