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The beauty of her hair bewilders me -- / Pouring adown the brow, its cloven tide / Swirling about the ears on either side / And storming around the neck tumultuously: / Or like the lights of old antiquity / Through mullioned windows, in cathedrals wide, / Spilled moltenly o'er figures deified / In chastest marble, nude of drapery.
And so I love it. -- Either unconfined; / Or plaited in close braidings manifold; / Or smoothly drawn; or indolently twined / In careless knots whose coilings come unrolled / At any lightest kiss; or by the wind / Whipped out in flossy ravelings of gold.