'Mid my gold-brown curls <br />There twined a silver hair: <br />I plucked it idly out <br />And scarcely knew 'twas there. <br />Coiled in my velvet sleeve it lay <br />And like a serpent hissed: <br />"Me thou canst pluck & fling away, <br />One hair is lightly missed; <br />But how on that near day <br />When all the wintry army muster in array?"<br /><br />Mary Anne Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mid-my-gold-brown-curls-2/
