The One White Hair
By Walter Savage Landor
The wisest of the wise
Listen to pretty lies
And love to hear them told;
Doubt not that Solomon
Listend to many a one,
Some in his youth, and more when he grew old.
I never was among
The choir of Wisdoms song,
But pretty lies lovd I
As much as any king,
When youth was on the wing,
And (must it then be told?) when youth had quite gone by.
Alas! and I have not
The pleasant hour forgot
When one pert lady said,
O Walter! I am quite
Bewilderd with affright!
I see (sit quiet now) a white hair on your head!
Another more benign
Snippd it away from mine,
And in her own dark hair
Pretended it was found
She leapd, and twirld it round
Fair as she was, she never was so fair!