But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her,
barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window
in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor.
She will look in at me with her thin arms extended,
offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.
~ William Collins (December 25, 1721 - February 17, 1847)
barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window
in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor.
She will look in at me with her thin arms extended,
offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.
~ William Collins (December 25, 1721 - February 17, 1847)
An exquisite illustration of the poem! Beautifully done!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and sad somehow. Thanks :-))
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Montucky and Jonie! :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, captivating and sad. The poem really sets the haunting mood. All wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anna! :)
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