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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Let it fly as unconfin'd<br>As its calm ravisher, the wind,<br> Who hath left his darling th'East,<br>To wanton o'er that spicy nest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Ev'ry tress must be confest<br>But neatly tangled at the best;<br> Like a clue of golden thread,<br>Most excellently ravelled.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Do not then wind up that light<br>In ribands, and o'er-cloud in night;<br> Like the sun in's early ray,<br>But shake your head and scatter day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> See 'tis broke! Within this grove<br>The bower, and the walks of love,<br> Weary lie we down and rest,<br>And fan each other's panting breast.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Here we'll strip and cool our fire<br>In cream below, in milk-baths higher:<br> And when all wells are drawn dry,<br>I'll drink a tear out of thine eye,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Which our very joys shall leave<br>That sorrows thus we can deceive;<br> Or our very sorrows weep,<br>That joys so ripe, so little keep.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Richard+Lovelace">Richard Lovelace</a></strong></div>

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