James Lister Cuthbertson (8 May 1851 – 18 January 1910 / Glasgow, Scotland)

I TWINED a wreath of heather white
To bind my lady’s hair,
And deemed her locks in even light
Would well the burden bear;
But when I saw the tresses brown,
And found the face so fair,
I tore the wreath, and left the crown
Of beauty only there.