 loose locks, long locks, lovelocks, gaygear, going gallant,
 girlgrace—
Resign them, sign them, seal them, send them, motion them
 with breath,
And with sighs soaring, soaring síghs deliver
Them; beauty-in-the-ghost, deliver it, early now, long before
 death
Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty's
 self and beauty's giver.
See; not a hair is, not an eyelash, not the least lash lost; every hair
Is, hair of the head, numbered.
Nay, what we had lighthanded left in surly the mere mould
Will have waked and have waxed and have walked with the wind
 what while we slept,
This side, that side hurling a heavyheaded hundredfold
What while we, while we slumbered.
O then, weary then whý should we tread? O why are we so
And here, the climax.  Resurrection!  What we leave in the grave will one day wake again, and be “waxed” full, like the moon, to its full potential. 
 GMH plays with our perception of time here – “will have waked”, “while we slept” – echos of Christ’s resurrection before us, the first-born from the dead? 
 And he is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in everything he might have the supremacy. Colossians 1:18 
 Even in the midst of this description of the resurrection of the body, he still maintains a thread to the topic of hair, this time blowing in the wind.