YOUNG LORD BYRON digital imagery by Michael Forbus My Soul is Dark My soul is dark - Oh! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear, That sound shall charm it forth again: If in these eyes there lurk a tear, 'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain. But bid the strain be wild and deep, Nor let thy notes of joy be first: I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep, Or else this heavy heart will burst; For it hath been by sorrow nursed, And ached in sleepless silence, long; And now 'tis doomed to know the worst, And break at once - or yield to song. poetry by Lord Byron
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Jeanie Chadwick 20 Oct 2007
love it....great idea and execution.Joanna Jungjohann 19 Sep 2007
so smooth a most lovely painting michaelcynthia berridge 18 Sep 2007
like this effect a lot MichaelRobin Brown 20 Feb 2007
Superb image just amazing. They say Lord Byron's last words were;'Die, that's the last thing I'll do'.monique cooper 14 Jan 2007
I Love this style!!!.. another enchanting peice!!!