Mid My Gold-Brown Curls

by George Eliot

　　There twined a silver hair:

　　I plucked it idly out

　　And scarcely knew 'twas there.

　　Coiled in my velvet sleeve it lay

　　And like a serpent hissed:

　　"Me thou canst pluck & fling away,

　　One hair is lightly missed;

　　But how on that near day

　　When all the wintry army muster in array?"

　　'Mid my gold-brown curls

　　There twined a silver hair:

　　I plucked it idly out

　　And scarcely knew 'twas there.

　　Coiled in my velvet sleeve it lay

　　And like a serpent hissed:

　　"Me thou canst pluck & fling away,

　　One hair is lightly missed;

　　But how on that near day

　　When all the wintry army muster in array?"