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.

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.

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?

Within the midnight of her hair,
Half-hidden in its deepest deeps.

Within the midnight of her hair,
Half-hidden in its deepest deeps.

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.

Prejudice is like a hair across your cheek. You can't see it, you can't find it with your fingers, but read more

Prejudice is like a hair across your cheek. You can't see it, you can't find it with your fingers, but you keep brushing at it because the feel of it is irritating.

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.

When you see fair hair
Be pitiful.

When you see fair hair
Be pitiful.

Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.

Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.