Tell me, what needs those rich deceits, These golden Toyles, and Trammel-nets, To take thine haires when they are knowne Already tame, and all thine owne? 'Tis I am wild, and more then haires Deserve these Mashes and those snares. Set free thy Tresses, let them flow As aires doe breathe, or winds doe blow: And let such curious Net-works be Lesse set for them, then spred for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHAPE OF THE CORONER by WALLACE STEVENS MARRIAGE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BLACK RIDERS: 38 by STEPHEN CRANE THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE JUBILATE AGNO: GARDNER'S TALENT by CHRISTOPHER SMART MARSH MUSIC by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |