Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GOLDEN RINGLET, by AMELIA B. WELBY Poet's Biography First Line: Here is a little golden tress Last Line: A solitary ray. Alternate Author Name(s): Coppuck, Amelia B. Subject(s): Death; Mourning; Dead, The; Bereavement | ||||||||
HERE is a little golden tress Of soft unbraided hair, The all that's left of loveliness That once was thought so fair; And yet, though time hath dimmed its sheen, Though all beside hath fled, I hold it here, a link between My spirit and the dead. Yes! from this shining ringlet still A mournful memory springs, That melts my heart, and sheds a thrill Through all its trembling strings. I think of her, the loved, the wept, Upon whose forehead fair For eighteen years, like sunshine, slept This golden curl of hair. O sunny tress! the joyous brow Where thou didst lightly wave, With all thy sister-tresses now Lies cold within the grave; That cheek is of its bloom bereft; That eye no more is gay; Of all her beauties thou art left, A solitary ray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART |
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