Quotes on Golden Hair

Let us have "sweet girl graduates" by all means. They will be none the less sweet for a little wisdom; and the "golden hair" will not curl less gracefully outside the head by reason of there being brains within.

Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.

The child is not mine as the first was,_x000D_ I cannot sing it to rest,_x000D_ I cannot lift it up fatherly_x000D_ And bliss it upon my breast;_x000D_ Yet it lies in my little one's cradle_x000D_ And sits in my little one's chair,_x000D_ And the light of the heaven she's gone to_x000D_ Transfigures its golden hair.