I remember her beauty as in a dream, Ice cold her heart and nature to all did seem. How we often miss the inner glow Refined and filled with quietness and light, For the outward loveliness displayed In eyes, in lips and in the body's shape, Beguiled by outward appearance we are stunned, As often we see the outer self as real. If only we would never judge by looks But delve into the beauty of the soul, Never embracing the façadeas real.
Poems Undated (1727)
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