I Never gave a lock of hair away
To a man, Dearest, except this to thee,
Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully
I ring out to the full brown length and say
“Take it.” My day of youth went yesterday;
My hair no longer bounds to my foot’s glee.
Nor...
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Say over again, and yet once over again, |
My letters! all dead paper,… mute and white!— |
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange |
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed |
Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace |
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. |
I Wrought them like a targe of hammered gold |
Prologue |