'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 />George Eliot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mid-my-gold-brown-curls/
