Her Hair Was Everywhere I & II

Her Hair Was Everywhere I & II, 2012. 12" x 16". Acrylic on canvas.

I met a lady in the meads
    Full beautiful, a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
    And her eyes were wild.
I set her on my pacing steed,
    And nothing else saw all day long;
For sideways would she lean, and sing
    A faery's song.
I made a garland for her head,
    And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
    And made sweet moan.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
    And honey wild, and manna dew;
And sure in language strange she said,
    I love thee true. 
                                                 ~Keats

 I took a lot from Francis Bacon here.