A Woman's Hair

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Title:     A Woman's Hair
Author: Lord Byron [More Titles by Byron]

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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 [i]

Beneath Columbia's fervid zone.

1806.

[Footnote 1: These lines are preserved in MS. at Newstead, with the following memorandum in Miss Pigot's handwriting: "Copied from the fly-leaf in a vol. of my Burns' books, which is written in pencil by himself." They have hitherto been printed as stanzas 5 and 6 of the lines "To a Lady," etc., p. 212.]

[Footnote i:

_a cloudless morn_.

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Lord Byron's poem: A Woman's Hair

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