Song
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
Than smiles of other maidens are.
DayPoems Poem No. 596
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/596.html">Song by Hartley Coleridge</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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