Mid My Gold-Brown Curls

'Mid my gold-brown curls There twined a silver hair: I plucked it idly out And scarcely knew 'twas there.

Coiled in my velvet sleeve it lay And like a serpent hissed: "Me thou canst pluck & fling away, One hair is lightly missed; But how on that near day When all the wintry army muster in array?"