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.
Song
Hartley Coleridge
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Poem topics: never, spring, bright, cold, view, light, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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