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Poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt


To Robert Batty, M.D., on His Giving Me a Lock of Milton's Hair


It lies before me there, and my own breath
Stirs its thin outer threads, as though beside
The living head I stood in honoured pride,
Talking of lovely things that conquer death.
Perhaps he pressed it once, or underneath
Ran his fine fingers when he leant, blank-eyed,
And saw in fancy Adam and his bride
With their heaped locks, or his own Delphic wreath.

There seems a love in hair, though it be dead.
It is the gentlest, yet the strongest thread
Of our frail plant,--a blossom from the tree
Surviving the proud trunk; as if it said,
Patience and gentleness in power. In me
Behold affectionate eternity.



James Henry Leigh Hunt


James Henry Leigh Hunt's other poems:
  1. A Thought or Two on Reading Pomfret's
  2. Robin Hood, a Child
  3. Ariadne Waking
  4. The Field of Battle
  5. To a Child During Sickness


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