Flaming June, one of Lord Leighton’s last paintings
The Slumberer
O THOU mysterious One, lying asleep Within the lonely chamber of my soul! Thou art my life’s true goal, Thine is the only altar that I keep. Rapt in the contemplation of thy repose, I see in thy still face that Mystic Rose Whose perfume is my soul’s imaginings, And Beauty at whose awesomeness I weep With over-plenitude of ecstasy. Thy slumber is the great world-mystery— The paradigm of all the latent things That in their destined hour Time magnifies: Its emblems are the intimate hush that lies Over the moonlit lake; The wonder and the ache Of unborn love that trembles in its sleep; The hope that thrills the heavy earth With presage of becoming, and vast birth; The secret of the caverns of the deep.
Beauty in the artist and his painting, Amira. Awesome and the poem too is so lovely and inspiring.
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Thank you so much dear Kamal! You have great appreciation for art my friend!!! ❤
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Yes Amira art in itself brings out beauty of love and joy. Welcome dear♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
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so true dear friend! ❤
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♥️♥️♥️♥️👌👌👌👌👌
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Lovely poem and awesome picture! Love and warm hugs,Linda.
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Thank you so much Linda! So much love and joy back to you as well!!!<3
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