George Eliot

(22 November 1819 - 22 December 1880 / Warwickshire, England)

Mid My Gold-Brown Curls - Poem by George Eliot

'Mid my gold-brown curls
There twined a silver hair:
I plucked it idly out
And scarcely knew 'twas there.
Coiled in my velvet sleeve it lay
And like a serpent hissed:
"Me thou canst pluck & fling away,
One hair is lightly missed;
But how on that near day
When all the wintry army muster in array?"

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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