SHE is not fair to outward view, <br />As many maidens be, <br />Her loveliness I never knew <br />Until she smiled on me: <br />O, then I saw her eye was bright, - <br />A well of love, a spring of light. <br />But now her looks are coy and cold; <br />To mine they ne'er reply; <br />And yet I cease not to behold, <br />The love-light in her eye: <br />Her very frowns are better far <br />Than smiles of other maidens are!<br /><br />Hartley Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-is-not-fair-to-outward-view/
