Lord Byron's Poems

Early Poems: A Woman's Hair

Oh! little lock of golden hue

In gently waving ringlet curl'd,

By the dear head on which you grew,

I would not lose you for 'a world'.

Not though a thousand more adorn

The polished brow where once you shone,

Like rays which guild a cloudless sky i

Beneath Columbia's fervid zone.


Footnote 1: These lines are preserved in MS. at Newstead, with the following memorandum in Miss Pigot's handwriting: "Copied from the fly-leaf in a vol. of my Burns' books, which is written in pencil by himself." They have hitherto been printed as stanzas 5 and 6 of the lines "To a Lady," etc., p. 212.

Footnote i:

'a cloudless morn'.

'Ed'. 1832.