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 hands
With 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 stay
Into the golden glory slips,
 And dies away.