Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Hartley Coleridge. 17961849644. Song
SHE is not fair to outward view | |
As many maidens be, | |
Her loveliness I never knew | |
Until she smiled on me; | |
O, then I saw her eye was bright, | 5 |
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 behold | |
The love-light in her eye: | 10 |
Her very frowns are fairer far | |
Than smiles of other maidens are. |