117. Loneliness |
For number 117 of the 365 Days of Art challenge.
...Yet did I love thee to the last- And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair (excerpt) by Lord Byron
As fervently as thou,
Who didst not change through all the past,
And canst not alter now.
The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
Nor falsehood disavow:
And, what were worse, thou canst not see
Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.
The better days of life were ours;
The worst can be but mine:
The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,
Shall never more be thine.
The silence of that dreamless sleep
I envy now too much to weep;
Nor need I to repine
That all those charms have pass'd away,
I might have watch'd through long decay....
And with my dose of pretentiousness out of the way for the day (I really don't care, as I've always loved that poem)...
Next up on my 356 Days of Art list:
(Pictures I'm currently working on are in bold, finished items are
56. Something with hair.
68. Satyr.
92. Extreme happiness.
1. The last meal you ate
52. A room.
93. Group of female monsters.
239. A connection between people.
260. Underwater Eden.
293. A weapon.
73. African myth.
138. Behind the hidden bookcase...
216. Ice cream flavours.
317. Cycles.
321. Nest.
Bonus:
194. Fanart.
306. A picture of someone with flowers instead of hair.
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