She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me;
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.
Hartley Coleridge*
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me;
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.
Hartley Coleridge*
Saturday 6 August, originally uploaded by DutchAstrid.
*This is not the complete poem. You can find the whole poem here.
*Dit is niet het volledige gedicht, die vind je hier.
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