Hartley Ce
She is not fair to ouard view
As any aidens be;
Her loveless I never knew
Until she siled on .
O then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a sprg of light.
But now her looks are y and ld,
To e they neer reply,
A I cease not to behold
The love-lighther eye:
Her very frowns are fairer far
Than siles of other aidens are.