Her Hair (sonnet)
The beauty of her hair bewilders me-- Pouring adown the brow, its cloven tide Swirling about the ears on either sideAnd storming around the neck tumultuously:Or...
The beauty of her hair bewilders me-- Pouring adown the brow, its cloven tide Swirling about the ears on either sideAnd storming around the neck tumultuously:Or...
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