Friday, April 27, 2012

132. And Her Eyes Were Wild

La Belle Dame Sans Merci
John Keats

"...I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild. 

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said - 
'I love thee true'.

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes.
With kisses four... "

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

130. Little Memories

Procrastination in my most favorite form: re-editing old pics! 
These are from pretty much all over. Lots of my best muses, my gurlz.