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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.
We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.
We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our 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.
Within the midnight of her hair,
Half-hidden in its deepest deeps.
Within the midnight of her hair,
Half-hidden in its deepest deeps.
Tresses, that wear
Jewels, but to declare
How much themselves more precious are.
Tresses, that wear
Jewels, but to declare
How much themselves more precious are.
Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the
gold
Used to hang and brush their read more
Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the
gold
Used to hang and brush their bosoms?
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.
When they told it unto David, he sent to meet them, because the
men were greatly ashamed: and the read more
When they told it unto David, he sent to meet them, because the
men were greatly ashamed: and the king said, Tarry at Jericho
until your beards be grown, and then return.
