I watched the Lady Caroline
Bind up her dark and beauteous hair;
Her face was rosy in the glass,
And 'twixt the coils her hands would pass,
White in the candleshine.
Her bottles on the table lay,
Stoppered yet sweet of violet;
Her image in the mirror stooped
To view those locks as lightly looped
As cherry-boughs in May.
The snowy night lay dim without,
I heard the Waits their sweet song sing;
The window smouldered keen with frost;
Yet still she twisted, sleeked and tossed
Her beauteous hair about.
Lovelocks
Walter De La Mare
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Paul Schlitz: One of Walter De La mare's best and the best poem IMHO in Walter De La mare's initial volume of verse Songs of Childhood ( which I think he published under a pseudonym Walter Ramal) . One of my all time favorite poems. It is a fantasy of a beautiful woman in an old house on a snowy night. The onlooker, is all of us. It creates a hundred images in one's mind that cannot possibly by articulated. This poem means so much more than I can possibly express
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