Poem of the day on 9/16/08

To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair

By Richard Lovelace

Amarantha sweet and fair
Ah braid no Read More ...t shining hair!
As my curious hand or eye
Hovering round thee let it fly.

Let it fly as unconfin'd
As its calm ravisher, the wind,
Who hath left his darling th'East,
To wanton o'er that spicy nest.

Ev'ry tress must be confest
But neatly tangled at the best
Like a clue of golden thread,
Most excellently ravelled.

Do not then wind up that light
In ribands, and o'er-cloud in night
Like the sun in's early ray,
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