Hartley Coleridge

(1796-1849 / England)

Song

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,

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