mythologyofthepoetandthemuse:When meadows are grey with the morn In the dusk of the woods it is nigh
mythologyofthepoetandthemuse:When meadows are grey with the morn In the dusk of the woods it is night: The oak and the birch and the pine War with the glimmer of light. Dryads brown as the leaf Move in the gloom of the glade; When meadows are grey with the morn Dim night in the wood has delayed. The cocks that crow to the land Are faint and hollow and shrill: Dryads brown as the leaf Whisper, and hide, and are still. Dryads by Siegfied Sassoon~The beginning of most mythological creatures vanishes into time and space, still the reproduction of their characteristics in art is endless and continuous constantly echoing that vast and also incomprehensible start, the cosmic song of the primordial consciousness that is responsible for the shapes and frequencies of the world as we know it.~A Dryad by splendid William Adolphe Bouguereau. -- source link
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