Poems (Osgood)/A Song (Braid not the jewel)

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4444832Poems — A SongFrances Sargent Osgood
A SONG.
Braid not the jewel,
Love, in thy hair!
For such adornment
Thou art too fair.

Suits not the diamond
Tresses so light,
Floating like golden mist,
Changefully bright.

Weave its wild lustre
Thro' the dark braids,
Whose raven cluster
Helen's eye shades!

There will its splendor
Fittingly play;
Thou art too tender
For such array.

Take this white rose, love,
Stainless as thou,
Let it repose, love,
By thy fair brow!

And as its fragrance
Softly steals by,
Sweet as thy balmy breath,
Pure as thy sigh,

Think of the lover,
In whose food sight,
No gem of Ophir
Makes thee more bright!