Mid My Gold-Brown Curls
'Mid my gold-brown curls
There twined a silver hair:
I plucked it idly out
And scarcely knew 'twas there.
Coiled in my velvet sleeve it lay
And like a serpent hissed:
"Me thou canst pluck & fling away,
One hair is lightly missed;
But how on that near day
When all the wintry army muster in array?"
Poem by
George Eliot
Biography |
Poems
| Best Poems | Short Poems
| Quotes
|
Email Poem |
More Poems by George Eliot
Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on Mid My Gold-Brown Curls
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Mid My Gold-Brown Curls here.
Commenting turned off, sorry.