James Whitcomb Riley - Her Hair

James Whitcomb Riley - Her Hair

The beauty of her hair bewilders me-- br Pouring adown the brow, its cloven tide br Swirling about the ears on either side br And storming round the neck tumultuously: br Or like the lights of old antiquity br Through mullioned windows, in cathedrals wide br Spilled moltenly o'er figures deified br In chastest marble, nude of drapery. br And so I love it--. Either unconfined; br Or plaited in close braidings manifold; br Or smoothly drawn; or indolently twined br In careless knots whose coilings come unrolled br At any lightest kiss; or by the wind br Whipped out in flossy ravellings of gold.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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