Explore "The Tresses" by Thomas Hardy on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
"WHEN the air was damp / It made my curls hang slack / As they kissed my neck and back / While I footed the salt-aired track / I loved to tramp.
"When it was dry / They would roll up crisp and tight / As I went on in the light / Of the sun, which my own sprite / Seemed to outvie.
"Now I am old; / And have not one gay curl / As I had when a girl / For dampness to unfurl / Or sun uphold! "