Thursday, January 14, 2010



And ask ye why these sad tears stream?

And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.

I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.

With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with roses bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.

I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.

I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air–a lovely vision!

And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking hour was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.

~~Lord Alfred Tennyson~~

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Pink Sorbet

ELO Pink Sorbet Drawstring Bag

New listing on Etsy! New design as well! Take a look if you have a chance. I'll be adding more colors and styles over the next few weeks.

ELO Pink Sorbet Drawstring Bag

Thanks for looking!

~~Evil Lily~~