You cannot see me
Behind all the books,
Hid in a corner
Away from your looks.
In a highbacked chair
You can’t find me,
Reading invisible,
Only books will you see.
But if you find me
So secretly there,
Turn quickly and look
Another somewhere.
For soon you will find
I am hiding away
In some other place
On some other day.
Wendy Webb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perspectives-on-jane-eyre/
