The Gray Hair
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Title
The Gray Hair
Description
Come let me pluck that silver hair
Years have not yet impaired the grace
Thy features have not lost the bloom
And if the passing clouds of Care
And if thy voice hath sunk a tine,
Thus, young and fair, and happy too -
Is yon white hair a boon of love,
To speak to thee of life's decay;
Or springs the line of timeless snow
It does - it does; - then let it stay;
Which 'mid thy curling locks I see;
The withering type of time or careHath nothing, sure, to do with thee!
Years have not yet impaired the grace
That charmed me once, that chains me now!
And Envy's self, Love, cannot traceOne wrinkle on thy placid brow!
Thy features have not lost the bloom
That brightened them when first we met;
No - rays of softest light illumeThe unambitious beauty yet!
And if the passing clouds of Care
Have cast their shadows o'er thy face,
They have but left, triumphant thereA holier charm - more witching grace!
And if thy voice hath sunk a tine,
And sounds more sadly than of yore,
It has a sweetness all its own,Methinks I never marked before.
Thus, young and fair, and happy too -
If bliss indeed may here be won
In spite of all that care can do;In spite of all that time has done.
Is yon white hair a boon of love,
To thee in mildest mercy given?
A sign, a token from above,To lead thy thoughts from earth to heaven?
To speak to thee of life's decay;
Of beauty hastening to the tomb;
Of hopes that cannot fade away;Of joys that never lose their bloom?
Or springs the line of timeless snow
With those dark, glossy locks entwined,
'Mid youth's and beauty's morning glow,To emblem thy maturer mind.
It does - it does; - then let it stay;
Even Wisdom's self were welcome now;
Who'd wish her sober tints away,When thus they beam from beauty's brow?
Creator
Unattributed
Source
1:22, p. 88
Date
1827.08.10
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “The Gray Hair,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/62.
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