"All thoughts all passions all delights Whatever stirs this mortal frame All are but ministers of Love And feed his sacred flame.
She is not fair to outward viewAs many maidens be;Her loveliness I never knewUntil she smiled on me.Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,A well of love, a spring of light.
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Photo by Ian Turnell
She is not fair to outward viewAs many maidens be;Her loveliness I never knewUntil she smiled on me....
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