There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir’d eyelids upon tir’d eyes;
FIGURES ON A BRIDGE
oil on canvas
156 x 146 cm
THE LOTUS EATERS
MIA FUNK
PAINTINGS ON ARTISAN PAPER