SONG
by: Hartley Coleridge (1796-1849)
- HE is not
fair to outward view
- As many maidens be,
- Her loveliness I never knew
- Until she smiled on me;
- O, then I saw her eye was bright,
- A well of love, a spring of light!
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- 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
- Then smiles of other maidens are.
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