English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Hartley Coleridge
567. She is Not Fair
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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.