Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Song: She is not fair to outward viewHartley Coleridge (17961849)
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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!
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.