The looking glass does no justice
O woodland nymph, I must confess
Truth not it says as it is
Of my sprite with enchanting tresses
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Twelve Days of Separation
PoetryThe grief of separation is unlike any other. He is separated from her for twelve days. A poem a day reminiscing what she does, what she wears, what she feels.
Day for the Unruly Hair
The looking glass does no justice
O woodland nymph, I must confess
Truth not it says as it is
Of my sprite with enchanting tresses