To a Lizard

Why run away, poor lizard ? why
Art thou so diffident and shy ?
Trust to my word ; I only want
To look awhile and see thee pant.
For well I know thy pantings are
No signs of sorrow or of care,
Altho' they swell thy jewel'd breast
And never let it lie at rest :
Even when thou sinkest to repose
None ever saw thy eyelids close.
Turn, I beseech thee, turn again.
So mayst thou watch no fly in vain.