Tell me, what needs those rich deceits, These golden Toyles, and Trammel-nets, To take thine haires when they are knowne Already tame, and all thine owne? 'Tis I am wild, and more then haires Deserve these Mashes and those snares. Set free thy Tresses, let them flow As aires doe breathe, or winds doe blow: And let such curious Net-works be Lesse set for them, then spred for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 50 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE KLONDIKE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH ON HEARING THAT THE STUDENTS OF OUR NEW UNIVERSITY JOINED AGITATION .. by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS KNAPWEED by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON |