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Saturday, July 16, 2011

She is not fair to OuTward View

She is not fair to outward view
     As many ladies 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 never reply
And yet I cease not to behold
    The love - light in her eye:
Her very frowns are fairer far
    THen smiles of other ladies are.

1 comment:

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