I TWINED a wreath of heather white <br /> To bind my lady’s hair, <br />And deemed her locks in even light <br /> Would well the burden bear; <br />But when I saw the tresses brown, <br /> And found the face so fair, <br />I tore the wreath, and left the crown <br /> Of beauty only there.<br /><br />James Lister Cuthbertson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/corona-inutilis/
