a song.
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A SONG.
Braid not the jewel,
Love, in thy hair!
For such adornment
Thou art too fair.
Love, in thy hair!
For such adornment
Thou art too fair.
Suits not the diamond
Tresses so light,
Floating like golden mist,
Changefully bright.
Tresses so light,
Floating like golden mist,
Changefully bright.
Weave its wild lustre
Thro' the dark braids,
Whose raven cluster
Helen's eye shades!
Thro' the dark braids,
Whose raven cluster
Helen's eye shades!
There will its splendor
Fittingly play;
Thou art too tender
For such array.
Fittingly play;
Thou art too tender
For such array.
