summer
summer feast
'Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.' - Shakespeare
posted by Christine Andrews @ 4:04 AM
2 Comments:
Beautiful! Reminds me of a wonderfully illustratred Cinderella book I had as a kid (cir. 1968) and cannot seem to find.
MAGIC ... would like to be at the table of this merry meeting. I'm the lady to the left.
Post a Comment
<< Home