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(An old favorite; cross-posting to greatpoetry )

The Puritan's Ballad

My love came up from Barnegat,
The sea was in his eyes;
He trod as softly as a cat
And told me terrible lies.

His hair was yellow as new-cut pine
In shavings curled and feathered;
I thought how silver it would shine
By cruel winters weathered.
( But he was in his twentieth year, / This time I'm speaking of... )

(shared by minoanmiss --many thanks!)