A Youth, light-hearted and content, <br />I wander through the world <br />Here, Arab-like, is pitched my tent <br />And straight again is furled. <br /> <br />Yet oft I dream, that once a wife <br />Close in my heart was locked, <br />And in the sweet repose of life <br />A blessed child I rocked. <br /> <br />I wake! Away that dream,--away! <br />Too long did it remain! <br />So long, that both by night and day <br />It ever comes again. <br /> <br />The end lies ever in my thought; <br />To a grave so cold and deep <br />The mother beautiful was brought; <br />Then dropt the child asleep. <br /> <br />But now the dream is wholly o'er, <br />I bathe mine eyes and see; <br />And wander through the world once more, <br />A youth so light and free. <br /> <br />Two locks--and they are wondrous fair-- <br />Left me that vision mild; <br />The brown is from the mother's hair, <br />The blond is from the child. <br /> <br />And when I see that lock of gold, <br />Pale grows the evening-red; <br />And when the dark lock I behold, <br />I wish that I were dead.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-two-locks-of-hair-from-the-german-of-pfeizer/
