Author James Lister Cuthbertson I TWINED a wreath of heather white To bind my lady’s hair, And deemed her locks in even light Would well the burden bear; But when I saw the tresses brown, And found the face so fair, I tore the wreath, and left the crown Of beauty only there. Tags hair beauty light Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments