She is not fair to an 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
Than smiles of other maidens are.
Hartely Coleridge
Faithfully copied (makki ki makki) from
"PANORAMA -A Selection of Poems"
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btw whos the gal dude???
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