THIS tress of hair my sweetheart sent to me, And so I bent above it tenderly And kissed the dainty bow That bound the wisp of sunshine, thrilled forsooth, Because her lips had nestled there -- in truth, She told me so. And I remember, reading that, the flush That fevered all my face, and the heart's hush And hurry in my ears; And how the letter trembled and grew blurred Until my eyes could read no other word -- For happy tears. This tress of hair! Why, I did hug and hold It here against my heart, and call it gold With Heaven's own luster lit; And I did stroke and smooth its gleaming strands, And pet and fondle it with foolish hands, And talk to it! And now I pray God's blessing may alight Upon the orange flowers she wears tonight. Her features -- keep them fair, Dear Lord, but let her lips not quite forget The love they kindled once is gilding yet This tress of hair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SORROW by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AT BETHLEHEM: 3. TO HIS MOTHER by JOHN BANISTER TABB ACT 5 (MIDNIGHT) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MEN OF GENIUS by MATTHEW ARNOLD AS FROM THE PAST -- by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MYSTERY OF MYSTERIES by MATHILDE BLIND |