Another picturesque exhibit from the museum of lost images.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
He Beholds the Beloved: Sonnet 4
This is the fourth sonnet in a sequence which begins with "The Faerie Lover". (The painting is by Sir Edward Burne-Jones)
He Beholds the Beloved
A river murm'ring through a wooded vale
Is like your beauty: from a thousand springs
And freshets of pure silver - rill on rill -
Accumulates a flood of glitterings
Which daze the subtle senses. Womanly
In intellect, in warmth, in form, in voice,
In motion, in repose - essentially -
You flow in beauty's streaming, bright embrace;
Yet secretly, as if the breathless trees
In verdure veiled from senses unrefined
Reflection of your liquid loveliness;
The thousand fluid charms in you aligned.
Grant this one favor may to me be shown:
Let me but lean to taste your mouth, and drown.
-by Wayward Disciple
He Beholds the Beloved
A river murm'ring through a wooded vale
Is like your beauty: from a thousand springs
And freshets of pure silver - rill on rill -
Accumulates a flood of glitterings
Which daze the subtle senses. Womanly
In intellect, in warmth, in form, in voice,
In motion, in repose - essentially -
You flow in beauty's streaming, bright embrace;
Yet secretly, as if the breathless trees
In verdure veiled from senses unrefined
Reflection of your liquid loveliness;
The thousand fluid charms in you aligned.
Grant this one favor may to me be shown:
Let me but lean to taste your mouth, and drown.
-by Wayward Disciple
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
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