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Her Hair

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The beauty of her hair bewilders me-
Pouring adown the brow, its cloven tide
Swirling about the ears on either side
And storming round the neck tumultuously:
Or like the lights of old antiquity
Through mullioned windows, in cathedrals wide
Spilled moltenly o'er figures deified
In chastest marble, nude of drapery.
And so I love it- . Either unconfined;
Or plaited in close braidings manifold;

Or smoothly drawn; or indolently twined
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Friday, April 9, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful
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Ruth Hare 26 October 2015

Seriously, who would dislike this poem?

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