Silently she's combing, <br />Combing her long hair <br />Silently and graciously, <br />With many a pretty air. <br /> <br />The sun is in the willow leaves <br />And on the dappled grass, <br />And still she's combing her long hair <br />Before the looking-glass. <br /> <br />I pray you, cease to comb out, <br />Comb out your long hair, <br />For I have heard of witchery <br />Under a pretty air, <br /> <br />That makes as one thing to the lover <br />Staying and going hence, <br />All fair, with many a pretty air <br />And many a negligence.<br /><br />James Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silently-she-s-combing/
