Bind up, bind up your dark bright hair <br />And hide the smouldering sunken fire. <br />Let it be held no more than fair, <br />Nor yourself guess how rare, how rare <br />Its movement, colour and deep fire. <br /> <br />Your eyes they have their consciousness, <br />Your lips their grave reflective smile, <br />Your hands their cunning for distress: <br />Your hair has only beauteousness <br />And hid flame for its only guile. <br /> <br />That glowing hair on shoulders white <br />Is pride past sum: take care, take care! <br />Even to dream of wish'd delight <br />Too much perturbs the ebb of night-- <br />Bind up, bind up your burning hair!<br /><br />John Freeman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/take-care-take-care/
