Fasten your hair with a golden pin, And bind up every wandering tress; I bade my heart build these poor rhymes: It worked at them, day out, day in, Building a sorrowful loveliness Out of the battles of old times. You need but lift a pearl-pale hand, And bind up your long hair and sigh; And all men's hearts must burn and beat; And candle-like foam on the dim sand, And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky, Live but to light your passing feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE ALMA RIVER by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL ONLY A YEAR' by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 101 by ALFRED TENNYSON THESE ENDURE by MARION H. ADDINGTON DIRGE FOR THE LATE JAMES CURRIE, M.D., OF LIVERPOOL by LUCY AIKEN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 8. BE QUICK AND SURE by PHILIP AYRES |