She Walks In Beauty (c)sybillesterk
Sybille Sterk, MagpieMagic, photograph, photography, spooky, death, horror, light, walking, path, dying; heaven, afterlife, wood, trees, leaves, forest, sky, be...
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Sybille Sterk, MagpieMagic, photograph, photography, spooky, death, horror, light, walking, path, dying; heaven, afterlife, wood, trees, leaves, forest, sky, beauty, Lord Byron, poem, poetry picture,love, romance
© Sybille Sterk
Do not copy or publish this in any way, shape or form without my written permission.
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Lord Byron, 1814
Picture taken earlier this year and edited a few days ago. I changed the colours and added the fog, I also edited out the people at the end of the path. I wanted a spooky ethereal image but in the end there was something so hopeful about it that I felt the poem was the perfect companion.
All images-textures-brushes my own or bought. Edited with Photoshop.
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© Sybille Sterk
Do not copy or publish this in any way, shape or form without my written permission.
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Lord Byron, 1814
Picture taken earlier this year and edited a few days ago. I changed the colours and added the fog, I also edited out the people at the end of the path. I wanted a spooky ethereal image but in the end there was something so hopeful about it that I felt the poem was the perfect companion.
All images-textures-brushes my own or bought. Edited with Photoshop.
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