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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.
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 fairer far / Than smiles of other maidens are.