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 ONLY A WOMAN'S HAIR.

a woman's hair'! Fling it aside!
 * A bubble on Life's mighty stream:

Heed it not, man, but watch the broadening tide
 * Bright with the western beam.

Nay! In those words there rings from other years
 * The echo of a long low cry,

Where a proud spirit wrestles with its tears
 * In loneliest agony.

And, as I touch that lock, strange visions throng
 * Upon my soul with dreamy grace—

Of woman's hair, the theme of poet's song
 * In every time and place.

A child's bright tresses, by the breezes kissed
 * To sweet disorder as she flies,

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