AMARANTHA sweet and fair, <br />Ah, braid no more that shining hair! <br />As my curious hand or eye <br />Hovering round thee, let it fly! <br /> <br />Let it fly as unconfined <br />As its calm ravisher the wind, <br />Who hath left his darling, th' East, <br />To wanton o'er that spicy nest. <br /> <br />Every tress must be confest, <br />But neatly tangled at the best; <br />Like a clew of golden thread <br />Most excellently ravelled. <br /> <br />Do not then wind up that light <br />In ribbands, and o'ercloud in night, <br />Like the Sun in 's early ray; <br />But shake your head, and scatter day!<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-amarantha-that-she-would-dishevel-her-hair/
