Fairy Tales

Sleeping Beauty

His Lady's Eyes: delphina rose | paper and cloth by Rebecca Elam

XXXII

 

Thus whispering, his warm, unnerved arm

Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dream

By the dusk curtains: –’twas a midnight charm

Impossible to melt as an iced stream:

The lustrous salvers in the moonlight gleam;

Broad fringe upon the carpet lies:

It seem’d he never, never could redeem

From such a steadfast spell his lady’s eyes;

So mus’d awhile, entoil’d in woofed phantasies.

 

‘The Eve of St. Agnes’ by John Keats

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