Her majesty rests from a day of toils...She Sleeps in Beauty, With Bunny
She sleeps in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
(With apologies to Lord Byron)
She sleeps in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
(With apologies to Lord Byron)
