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It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette,
It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet;
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It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette,
It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet;
'Twas a beautiful mist falling down to your wrist,
'Twas a thing to be braided, and jewelled, and kissed--
'Twas the loveliest hair in the world, my pet.
The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs
The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs
But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of
righteousness.
The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of
righteousness.
But she is vanish'd to her shady home
Under the deep, inscrutable; and there
Weeps in a read more
But she is vanish'd to her shady home
Under the deep, inscrutable; and there
Weeps in a midnight made of her own hair.
An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with losse care.
An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with losse care.
And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair
Has led and turned me by a single hair.
And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair
Has led and turned me by a single hair.
His head,
Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth,
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His head,
Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth,
But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.
