That you gave me—'twas of glass.
All my auburn hair, henceforward,
Shall be given to the wind."
Ere the evening came, another's
Net of pearl her hair confined.
Frail as the Venetian bauble
I had thrust in Winifred's hair;
Lo! the net now snapped asunder,
Other hands had fastened there.
Ere the moon's wide-blossomed petals