The Stark County Democrat

JEANNETTE'S HAIR.
O, loosen the curls that you wear, Jeannette,
Let me tangle my hand in your hair, my pet
For the world to me had no daintier sight
Than your brown hair veiling your shoulders white
It was brown, with a golden gloss, Jeannette,
It was finer than the silk of floss, my pet,
Twas a thing to be braided, and jeweled and kissed
Twas the loveliest hair in the world, my pet.
My arm was the arm of a clown, Jeannette
It was sinewy, bristled and brown, my pet,
But warmly and softly it loved to caress
Your round white neck and your wealth of tress
Your beautiful plenty of hair, my pet.
Your eyes had a swimming glory, Jeannette,
Revealing the old, dear story, my pet;
They were gray, with the chastened tinge of the sky
When the trout leaps quickest to snap the fly.
And they matched your golden hair.
And your lips—but I have no words, Jeannette
They were fresh as the twitter of birds, my pet,
When the spring is young and the roses are wet
With the dewdrops in each red bosom set.
And they suited your gold brown hair, my pet.
O, you tangled my life in your hair, Jeannette,
Twas a silken and golden snare, my pet,
But so gentle the bondage, my Soul did implore
The right to continue your slave evermore.
With my fingers enmeshed in your hair, my pet.
Thus ever I dream what you were, Jeannette
With your lips, and your eyes, and your hair, my pet
In the darkness of desolate years I moan,
And my tears fall bitterly over the stone
That covers your golden hair, my pet
—[Miles O'Riley.