A Woman's Hair

By George Gordon Lord Byron

Oh! little lock of golden hue
In gently waving ringlet curl’d,
By the dear head on which you grew,
I would not lose you for a world.

Not though a thousand more adorn
The polished brow where once you shone,
Like rays which guild a cloudless sky
Beneath Columbia’s fervid zone.

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