Friday 2 August 2013

It is the hour...

John Byam Shaw: The woman, The man And The Serpent

It is the hour when from the boughs 
The nightingale's high note is heard; 
It is the hour -- when lover's vows 
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word; 
And gentle winds and waters near, 
Make music to the lonely ear. 
Each flower the dews have lightly wet, 
And in the sky the stars are met, 
And on the wave is deeper blue, 
And on the leaf a browner hue, 
And in the Heaven that clear obscure 
So softly dark, and darkly pure, 
That follows the decline of day 
As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
(George Gordon Byron)


(Deep Purple - Son of Alerik)