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.

 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.