The little wind that hardly shook
The silver of the sleeping brook
Blew the gold hair about read more

The little wind that hardly shook
The silver of the sleeping brook
Blew the gold hair about her eyes,--
A mystery of mysteries.
So he must often pause, and stoop,
An all the wanton ringlets loop
Behind her dainty ear--emprise
Of slow event and many sighs.

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.

Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream's, like a meteor, to the troubled air.

Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream's, like a meteor, to the troubled air.

His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.

His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.

And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother
is dead, and he is read more

And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother
is dead, and he is left alone: if mischief befall him by the way
in the which we go, then shall ye bring down my gray hairs with
sorrow to the grave.

One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.

One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.

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.

The hair is the richest ornament of women.

The hair is the richest ornament of women.

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.