Friday, 23 March 2012


'Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

on ravelry.
on flickr.


Maryse said...

The fringe is so lovely! I love how it looks!

Andi said...


Anonymous said...

I so do not like fringe...but this...really lovely.