...elements of power associated with hair in general and hair jewelry in particular: The Funeral Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to...

...passion such it was to prove; Worn with life's cares, love yet was love. John Donne THE FUNERAL Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns mine arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy...

...Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign, you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution....

...obliquely run; 35 Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end, where I begun. The Funeral Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, 5 For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy...

...both me and thee, To invent, and practise this one way, to annihilate all three. The Funeral Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to...

...Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subde wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Vicerory to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs,...

...Funeral," he imagines being buried with some precious bodily token of the woman he has loved: Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm. And in "The Relic" he returns to this fantasy — "A bracelet of bright hair about...