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Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Ringlet
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`Your ringlets, your ringlets,
   That look so golden-gay,
If you will give me one, but one,
   To kiss it night and day,
The never chilling touch of Time
  Will turn it silver-gray;
And then shall I know it is all true gold
To flame and sparkle and stream as of old.
Till all the comets in heaven are cold,
   And all her stars decay.`
`Then take it, love, and put it by;
This cannot change, nor yet can I.`

`My ringlet, my ringlet,
  That art so golden-gay,
Now never chilling touch of Time
  Can turn thee silver-gray;
And a lad may wink, and a girl may hint,
  And a fool may say his say;
For my doubts and fears were all amiss,
And I swear henceforth by this and this,
That a doubt will only come for a kiss,
  And a fear to be kiss`d away.`
`Then kiss it, love, and put it by:
If this can change, why so can I.`

O Ringlet, O Ringlet,
  I kiss`d you night and day,
And Ringlet, O Ringlet,
  You still are golden-gay,
But Ringlet, O Ringlet,
  You should be silver-gray:
For what is this which now I`m told,
I that took you for true gold,
She that gave you `s bought and sold,
            Sold, sold.

O Ringlet, O Ringlet,
  She blush`d a rosy red,
When Ringlet, O Ringlet
  She clipt you from her head,
And Ringlet, O Ringlet,
  She gave you me, and said,
`Come, kiss it, love and put it by:
If this can change, why so can I.`
O fie, you golden nothing, fie,
             You golden lie.

O Ringlet, O Ringlet,
  I count you much to blame,
For Ringlet, O Ringlet,
  You put me much to shame,
So Ringlet, O Ringlet,
  I doom you to the flame.
For what is this which now I learn,
Has given all my faith a turn?
Burn, you glossy heretic, burn,
            Burn, burn.
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