Hartley Coleridge
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SHE Is NOT FAIR
¶SHE is not fair to outward viewAs many maidens be;Her loveliness I never knewUntil 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 beholdThe love-light in her eye:Her very frowns are fairer farThan smiles of other maidens are.