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Hartley Coleridge
1796 - 1849


She 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.

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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