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Home  »  The Golden Treasury  »  SHE is not fair to outward view,As many maidens be;Her loveliness I never knewUntil 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 not to beholdThe love-light in her eye:Her very frowns are fairer farThan smiles of other maidens are.

Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.

H. Coleridge

SHE is not fair to outward view,As many maidens be;Her loveliness I never knewUntil 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 not to beholdThe love-light in her eye:Her very frowns are fairer farThan smiles of other maidens are.

“She is not fair to outward view”.