Fasten your hair with a golden pin
And bind up every wandering tress;
I bade my heart build these poor rhymes:
It worked at them, day out, day in
Building a sorrowful loveliness
Out of the battles of old times
You need but lift a pearl-pale hand
And bind up your long hair and sigh;
And all men's hearts must burn and beat;
And candle-like foam on the dim sand
And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky
Live but to light your passing feet
Fasten your hair
I bade my heart
And all men's hearts
And bind up every wandering tress;
I bade my heart build these poor rhymes:
It worked at them, day out, day in
Building a sorrowful loveliness
Out of the battles of old times
You need but lift a pearl-pale hand
And bind up your long hair and sigh;
And all men's hearts must burn and beat;
And candle-like foam on the dim sand
And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky
Live but to light your passing feet
Fasten your hair
I bade my heart
And all men's hearts
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