 Song. 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 in a reply, and yet I cease not to behold the lovelight in her eye. Her very frowns are fairer far than smiles of other maidens are. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Song. 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 nare reply, and yet I cease not to behold the lovelight in her eye. Her very frowns are fairer far than smiles of other maidens are. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. It 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 nare reply, and yet I cease not to behold the lovelight in her eye. Her very frowns are fairer far than smiles of other maidens are. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Song. By Hartley Coleridge, read for LibraVox.org by Gemma Bluth. Song. 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 nare reply, and yet I cease not to behold the lovelight in her eye. Her very frowns are fairer far than smiles of other maidens are. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Song. By Hartley Coleridge, read for LibraVox.org by Joseph Finkbag. 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 nare reply, and yet I cease not to behold the lovelight in her eye. Her very frowns are fairer far than smiles of other maidens are. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Song. By Hartley Coleridge, read for LibraVox.org by Christian Hughes. 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 nare reply, and yet I cease not to behold the lovelight in her eye. Her very frowns are fairer far than smiles of other maidens are. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Song. By Hartley Coleridge, read for LibraVox.org by Evan Barnes. Song. 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 nare reply, and yet I cease not to behold the lovelight in her eye. Her very frowns are fairer far than smiles of other maidens are. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Song. By Hartley Coleridge, read for LibraVox.org by Rhonda Fetterman. Song. 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 nare reply, and yet I cease not to behold the lovelight in her eye. Her very frowns are fairer far than smiles of other maidens are. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Song. By Hartley Coleridge, read for LibraVox.org by Secrets. 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 nare reply, and yet I cease not to behold the lovelight in her eye. Her very frowns are fairer far than smiles of other maidens are. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Song. 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 nare reply, and yet I cease not to behold the lovelight in her eye. Her very frowns are fairer far than smiles of other maidens are. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.