And ask ye why these sad tears stream

Te somnia nostra reducunt.’
  OVID.

And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
  Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
  Of her that in the grave is sleeping.

I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
  The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
  And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.

With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
  A garland red with roses bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
  And amaranth was woven round it.

I saw her mid the realms of light,
  In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
  Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.

I strove to reach her, when, behold,
  Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
  Faded in air–a lovely vision!

And I awoke, but oh! to me
  That waking hour was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
  Although so blest, and I so dreary.

~Lord Alfred Tennyson
 

Comments

[Gypsy Purple]

Bella, this is so touching!

[Judy Keefe]

Beautiful I love the picture too! It's been too long since I've been to your blog and looked around...my favorite place!
We have to talk!
xoxo
Judy

[ArtSnark]

gorgeous, Bella & a perfect fit

[Jillian]

Bella this is so beautiful, but i'm so worried is little Snowy Angel okay? I know you said she was sick, oh i pray she is getting well

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