Silently she's combing, Combing her long hair Silently and graciously, With many a pretty air. The sun is in the willow leaves And on the dappled grass, And still she's combing her long hair Before the looking-glass. I pray you, cease to comb out, Comb out your long hair, For I have heard of witchery Under a pretty air, That makes as one thing to the lover Staying and going hence, All fair, with many a pretty air And many a negligence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN THE VALLEY (VERSION A) by GEORGE MEREDITH CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 1. TRUE AND CHASTE LOVE by WILLIAM BASSE FIAMMETTA: SONNET. OF HIS LAST SIGHT OF FIAMMETTA by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO THE WEDDING FEAST: 4 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH ADDISON COUNTY, VERMONT, CLAY by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |