Poems (Radford)/Her Hair

by Dollie Radford

IV Her Hair

Each morning, as the day begins, Her hair is sunlight to my eyes,Each morning as a new day wins The changeful skies.

In silken mists the tresses wind And float about her, while my handsWith loving care each day unbind The yellow strands.

And then a dancing cloud of gold Plays all around my darling's face,Each morning while the days still hold My hour of grace.

And lightly, from my finger-tips, The sadness I no more can stayInto the golden glory slips, And dies away.