Pale, beyond porch and portal,
Crowned with calm leaves, she stands
Who gathers all things mortal
With cold immortal hands;
Her languid lips are sweeter
Than love's who fears to greet her
To men that mix and meet her
From many times and lands.
Algernon Charles Swinburne 1837-1909, The Garden of Proserpine
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9 comments:
Beautiful poetry for your beautiful creations!!! ♥
Lovely, dear Mermaiden, crystal as the waves, shimmering in the light of sun and moon; fleeting, eternal...
Just love your creations and choices for poetry! Blessings dear!
That's quite a beautiful poem and I love that circlet: the peacock feather is gorgeous in it.
The pretty words complement your gorgeous work so well!
You certainly know how to conjure the right mix!-beautiful headress from The Wicked Hatress yet again! and those words they make me visualise woodlandy floaty faes gliding through the wil-o-the-wisp on the break of dawn.
Conjure me your button less I go mad
Rainey
Beautiful, both the poetry and the artwork! xo
See you at the party dear one! Blessings.
I love the hats! A very fun post. Happy Halloween!
Kelly
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