| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | V. On a Lock of Miltons Hair | | By James Henry Leigh Hunt (17841859) |
| | | IT lies before me there, and my own breath | |
| Stirs its thin outer threads, as though beside | |
| The living head I stood in honored pride, | |
| Talking of lovely things that conquer death. | |
| Perhaps he pressed it once, or underneath | 5 |
| Ran his fine fingers, when he leant, blank-eyed, | |
| And saw, in fancy, Adam and his bride | |
| With their rich locks, or his own Delphic wreath. | |
| There seems a love in hair, though it be dead. | |
| It is the gentlest, yet the strongest thread | 10 |
| Of our frail plant,a blossom from the tree | |
| Surviving the proud trunk;as though it said, | |
| Patience and Gentleness is Power. In me | |
| Behold affectionate eternity. | | | | |
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