 | Poems by Hartley Coleridge |  |
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She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be,
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smil'd on me;
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.
As many maidens be,
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smil'd on me;
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.
But now her looks are coy and cold,
To mine they ne'er reply,
And yet I cease not to behold,
The love-light in her eye:
Her very frowns are fairer far,
Than smiles of other maidens are.
To mine they ne'er reply,
And yet I cease not to behold,
The love-light in her eye:
Her very frowns are fairer far,
Than smiles of other maidens are.
| Poems by Hartley Coleridge | |