The Lotus Eaters
A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke,
Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go;
And some thro’ wavering lights and shadows broke,
Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
They saw the gleaming river seaward flow
From the inner land; far off, three mountaintops,
Three silent pinnacles of aged snow,
LORD ALFRED TENNYSON
THE END OF SUMMER
oil on canvas
142 x 205 cm
THE LOTUS EATERS
MIA FUNK
PAINTINGS ON ARTISAN PAPER