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Title: Song - Hartley Coleridge Post by: ahkil on October 13, 2007, 02:58:04 AM 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 Than smiles of other maidens are. |