She is not fair to outward view / As many maidens be; / Her loveliness I never knew / Until she smiled on me.

Her very frowns are fairer far, / Than smiles of other maidens are.

Not at Susan, but he smiled at me.

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.

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.

If we take care of the inches, we will not have to worry about the miles