Art account ~away-with-the-fae
Stock account `faestockTHE SLEEPING BEAUTY
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Year after year unto her feet,
She lying on her couch alone,
Across the purple coverlet,
The maidens jet-black hair has grown,
On either side her tranced form
Forth streaming from a braid of pearl:
The slumberous light is rich and warm,
And moves not on the rounded curl.
The silk star-broidered coverlid
Unto her limbs itself doth mould
Languidly ever; and, amid
Her full black ringlets downward rolled,
Glows forth each softly-shadowed arm
With bracelets of the diamond bright:
Her constant beauty doth inform
Stillness with love, and day with light. III.
She sleeps: her breathings are not heard
In palace chambers far apart.
The fragrant tresses are not stirred
That lie upon her charmed heart.
She sleeps: on either hand upswells
The gold-fringed pillow lightly pressed:
She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells
A perfect form in perfect rest.
journal made by ~oktoberskind