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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 by Hartley Coleridge (1796-1849)
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