Poems with rhymes of hair

Tigress, and monster with the lazy air.
I long, in the black jungles of your hair,

Flying here and there,
Birds' songand birds' love
And you with gold for hair!

They'll sit in a golden chair
They'll splash at a ten league canvas
With brushes of comet's hair

The fragrant hair,
Falling as through the silence falleth now
Dusk of the air.

A moondew stars her hanging hair
And moonlight kisses her young brow
And, gathering, she sings an air:

The willow is like a nymph with streaming hair;
Wherever it grows, there is green and gold and fair.

Combing her long hair
Silently and graciously,
With many a pretty air.

Her hair--her hair!
How helplessly
My hands go there!

Babbles, babbles, have a care,
You will soon put up your hair!

Some effluence rare
Was lent thee, a divine but transient dower:
Thou yield'st it back from eyes and lips and hair

The zone that doth become thee fair,
The snood upon thy yellow hair,

And as for my hair,
Do you think I should care

‘Their heads on your knees, and drown their eyes with your hair,
‘Or remembering hers they will find no other face fair

Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,
Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair.

(I, that would not wait to wear
My own bridal things,
In a dress dark as my hair

their wet grasp on my hair,
and the great natures of the hills
round me friendly were.

You fade, a ghost, upon the air;
Yet ah! the vacant place still keeps
The odour of your hair.

Three lovely sisters working were,
As they were closely set,
Of soft and dainty maiden-hair,

Child, I will give you rings to wear,
And, if you love them, dainty dresses,
Flowers for your bosom and your hair,

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;