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TO A BRUNETTE
TO A BRUNETTE
Addressed to His Beloved, after a short absence
ALEISTER CROWLEY
WHEN first your raven beauty made me fond,
Your soul was pure and hard as diamond.
All books on "how to love" I nightly conned; All suits I thought might please I daily donned;
It stirred not of your soul one lily-frond.
I offered you the rubies of Golcond,
Heaped at your feet the gold of Trebizond:— But could not bring you to the bridal bond.
Darling, I do not utterly despond— Now that you are a blonde!
