Maxioms by Hartley Coleridge
She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
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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.
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.
