by Elinor Wylie (1885 - 1928)

Language: English 
My locks are shorn for sorrow
    Of love which may not be; 
Tomorrow and tomorrow
    Are plotting cruelty.

The winter wind tangles
    These ringlets half-grown, 
The sun sprays with spangles
    And rays like his own.

Oh, quieter and colder
    Is the stream; he will wait; 
When my curls touch my shoulder
    He will comb them straight.

First published in Bookman 54, January 1922, p. 475


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