A Lover’s Complaint

A Lover's ComplaintGorgeous Hairs, includes Flowers. Miamai, DeGarda **2013 Hair Fair**

Don’t forget to stop by the 2013 Hair Fair, with a percentage of the purchase going to Wigs for Kids. I found so many wonderful hairs there that I think I can blog them for weeks to come. I hope you are having a wonderful Sunday! SLURL’s to your favorite stores is listed here: http://hairfair.wordpress.com/

A Lover's ComplaintDress: Fellini Couture, Delice (includes butterfly I have in my hair) . Jewelry: Kunglers, Khloris . Gloves: Mimikri

FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow’s wind and rain.

Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
The carcass of beauty spent and done:
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven’s fell rage,
Some beauty peep’d through lattice of sear’d age.

Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
Which on it had conceited characters,
Laundering the silken figures in the brine
That season’d woe had pelleted in tears,
And often reading what contents it bears;
As often shrieking undistinguish’d woe,
In clamours of all size, both high and low.

Sometimes her levell’d eyes their carriage ride,
As they did battery to the spheres intend;
Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied
To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend
Their view right on; anon their gazes lend
To every place at once, and, nowhere fix’d,
The mind and sight distractedly commix’d.

Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plat,
Proclaim’d in her a careless hand of pride
For some, untuck’d, descended her sheaved hat,
Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;
Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
And true to bondage would not break from thence,
Though slackly braided in loose negligence. ~ William Shakespeare

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2 thoughts on “A Lover’s Complaint

  1. Your interpretive imagery of the maiden in the pastoral setting echoes the beauty of this classic complaint…Simply sublime…

    ‘O! that infected moisture of his eye,
    O! that false fire which in his cheek so glow’d,
    O! that forc’d thunder from his heart did fly,
    O! that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow’d,
    O! all that borrow’d motion seeming ow’d,
    Would yet again betray the fore-betray’d,
    And new pervert a reconciled maid.’

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