Quote#Money & Wealth
There sat a woman, whose wet tresses rolled
Quote byWilliam Morris · 1834–1896
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Lady of the Land, Line 179.
English (original)
There sat a woman, whose wet tresses rolled On to the floor in waves of gleaming gold, Cast back from such a form as, erewhile shown To one poor shepherd, lighted up Troy town.
— William Morris
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