HERE is a little golden tress Of soft unbraided hair, The all that's left of loveliness That once was thought so fair; And yet, though time hath dimmed its sheen, Though all beside hath fled, I hold it here, a link between My spirit and the dead. Yes! from this shining ringlet still A mournful memory springs, That melts my heart, and sheds a thrill Through all its trembling strings. I think of her, the loved, the wept, Upon whose forehead fair For eighteen years, like sunshine, slept This golden curl of hair. O sunny tress! the joyous brow Where thou didst lightly wave, With all thy sister-tresses now Lies cold within the grave; That cheek is of its bloom bereft; That eye no more is gay; Of all her beauties thou art left, A solitary ray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VANTAGE POINT by ROBERT FROST A WINTER PIECE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT GROWING GRAY by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON MUSIC IN CAMP by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON SHRODON FEAR: THE VU'ST PEART by WILLIAM BARNES |