She is not fair to outward view As many maidens be, Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me ; Oh ! 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... Poems - Page 60 by Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 157 pages Full view -
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