Within your magic web of hair, lies furledThe fire and splendour of the ancient world;The dire gold of the comet's wind-blown hair;The songs that turned to gold the evening airWhen all the stars of heaven sang for joy.
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Edith Sitwell was a 19th-century British poet and critic. Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell was a British poet and critic and the eldest of the three literary Sitwells. She reacted badly to her eccentric, unloving parents and lived much of her life with her governess. Read more on Wikipedia →