I think to myself, 'Now my hair is a glorious black, black as the raven's wing.' But all the time I KNOW it is just plain red and it breaks my heart.

It will be my lifelong sorrow.

I read of a girl once in a novel who had a lifelong sorrow but it wasn't red hair.

Her hair was pure gold rippling back from her alabaster brow.

What is an alabaster brow?
I never could find out.