I Never Gave a Lock of Hair (Sonnet 18)

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Non-Music, Sonnet (Poetry)

I Never Gave a Lock of Hair (Sonnet 18)

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I never gave a lock of hair away To a man, dearest, except this to thee, Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully, I ring out to the full brown length and say "Take it." My day of youth went yesterday; My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee, Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree, As girls do, any more: it only may Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears, Taught drooping from the head that hangs aside Through sorrow's trick. I thought the funeral-shears Would take this first, but Love is justified,— Take it thou,—finding pure, from all those years, The kiss my mother left here when she died.

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  • Elizabeth Barrett Browning