Two Love-Locks

Reviving languorous dreaming Of conquered, conquering eye, Upon thy forehead gleaming, Two fairest love-locks lie.

I see them softly nesting, Of wondrous, golden sheen, Like little wheels come resting From car of Mab the Queen;

Or bows of Cupid ready To let the arrows fly, Bent circlewise and steady For archer's mastery.

One heart have I of passion. Yet two love-locks are thine! O brow of fickle fashion! Whose heart is caught with mine?