Silky, Sunny Sunday

I will not ask where thou liest low,
Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow,
So I behold them not:
It is enough for me to prove
That what I lov'd, and long must love,
Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell,
'T is Nothing that I lov'd so well.

~exerpt from And Thou Art Dead, As Young and Fair by Lord Byron




This exerpt from Lord Byron's "And Thou Art Dead, As...." has a very spring quality to me; of birth, of renewal, of love that transcends death.


Spring is here once again; everything has blossomed. And it is hard not to be inspired by the florets of life all around us.

top: suprette  silk pants: moa  boots: overland