Her small and gentle feet.
Her golden fleece—the pride of Greece,
Might shame those locks to greet.”
“The dew-drops flow down
Her thick curls’ golden brown.”
—The Drooping Heart, by MacColter.
“Sunbright is the neck that her golden locks cover.”
—The Cuilshon.
“Her hair o’er her shoulders was flowing
In clusters all golden and glowing,