Girl with the burning golden eyes,
And red-bird song, and snowy throat:
I bring you gold and silver moons,
And diamond stars, and mists that float.
I bring you moons and snowy clouds,
I bring you prairie skies to-night
To feebly praise your golden eyes
And red-bird song, and throat so white.
– Vachel Lindsay – To Gloriana –
The sisters glide about me hand in hand,
Both beautiful alike, nor can I tell
One from the other, no, nor care to tell
One from the other, only know they come,
They smile upon me, till, remembering all
The love they both have borne me, and the love
I bore them both – divided as I am
From either by the stillness of the grave –
I know not which of these I love the best.
– Lord Alfred Tennyson – The Sisters –
Bespoke is an adjective for anything commissioned to a particular specification. It may be altered or tailored to the customs, tastes, or usage of an individual purchaser.
Origin: The word « bespoke » is derived from the verb « to bespeak », meaning to « speak for something ». The particular meaning of the verb form is first cited from 1583 and given in the Oxford English Dictionary: « to speak for, to arrange for, engage beforehand: to ‘order’ (goods)”. The adjective « bespoken » means “ordered, commissioned, arranged for” and is first cited from 1607.
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
– Emily Brontë – The night is darkening around me –
There is a woodland witch who lies […]
The dragon-flies, brass-bright and blue,
Are signs she works her sorcery through;
Weird, wizard characters she weaves
Her spells with under forest leaves […]
The fancies that she doth devise
Take on the forms of butterflies […]
Till, where the wood is very lone,
Vague monotone meets monotone […]
There is no mortal who may scorn
The witchery she spreads around
Her din demesne, wherein is bound
The beauty of abandoned time,
As some sweet thought ‘twixt rhyme and rhyme.
And through her spells you shall behold
The blue turn gray, the gray turn gold
Of hollow heaven; and the brown
Of twilight vistas twinkled down
– Madison Cawein – The Wood Witch –