“ Dornröeschen ”
Sleeping Beauty inspiration shoot...
<< Year after year unto her feet, She lying on her couch alone, Across the purple coverlet, The maiden’s jet-black hair has grown; On either side her trancèd form Forth streaming from a braid of pearl; The slumberous light is rich and warm, And moves not on the rounded curl. The silk star-broidered coverlid Unto her limbs itself doth mould, Languidly ever; and amid Her full black ringlets, downward rolled, Glows forth each softly-shadowed arm, With bracelets of the diamond bright. Her constant beauty doth inform Stillness with love, and day with light. She sleeps: her breathings are not heard In palace chambers far apart. The fragrant tresses are not stirred That lie upon her charmèd heart. She sleeps; on either hand upswells The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest: She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells A perfect form in perfect rest. >> Lord Tennyson