"Lovelocks"

"Lovelocks"

Walter de la Mare

I watched the Lady Caroline

Bind up her dark and beauteous har;

Her face was rosy in the glass,

And 'twixt the coils her hands would pass,

White in the candleshine.

Her bottles on the table lay,

Stoppered, yet sweet of violet;

Her image in the mirror stooped

To view those locks as lightly looped

As cherry-boughs in May.

The snowy night lay dim without,

I heard the Waits their sweet song sing;

The windows smouldered keen with frost;

Yet still she twisted, sleeked and tossed

Her beauteous hair about.

I have been reading a collection of de la Mare's poetry, and this one caught my fancy. Isn't it sweet? My absolute favorite part is: "To view those locks as lightly looped

As cherry-boughs in May."