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She Is Not Fair To Outward View

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, —
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:
Her very frowns are better far
Than smiles of other maidens are!

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