The Bluebell is the sweetest flower
That waves in summer air :
Its blossoms have the mightiest power
To soothe my spirit’s care.

The dress is a study in contrasts - with the soft romantic tulle juxtaposed with the laced leather bodice and its edgier connotations just as the poem juxtaposes the fragrant romance of summer blossoms with the arid winter frosts.

There is a spell in purple heath
Too wildly, sadly dear ;
The violet has a fragrant breath,
But fragrance will not cheer,

Delicate shoes from N-Core echo the lacing in the bodice.

The trees are bare, the sun is cold,
And seldom, seldom seen ;
The heavens have lost their zone of gold,
And earth her robe of green.

Here's a closer look at the amazing details on the bodice and the accompanying wrist cuffs.

And ice upon the glancing stream
Has cast its sombre shade ;
And distant hills and valleys seem
In frozen mist arrayed.

The Bluebell cannot charm me now,
The heath has lost its bloom ;
The violets in the glen below,
They yield no sweet perfume.

Jewelry from Paper Couture and Mood and hair from Dura.

But, though I mourn the sweet Bluebell,
‘Tis better far away;
I know how fast my tears would swell
To see it smile to-day.

For, oh! when chill the sunbeams fall
Adown that dreary sky,
And gild yon dank and darkened wall
With transient brilliancy;

The beautiful Odette skin from Lara Hurley for Ch1c

How do I weep, how do I pine
For the time of flowers to come,
And turn me from that fading shine,
To mourn the fields of home!

***STYLE NOTES******

• Poses: Di’s Opera
• Skin: Lara Hurley – Odette for Ch1c
• Eyes: Unique Sensitive
• Lashes: Lelutka
• Hair: Dura 13
• Dress: Azul Suzana Aqua
• Shoes: N-Core Caprice
• Jewelry: Mood Pearle Blossoms, Noir, and PAper Couture River Stone Necklace
• Location: Empyreal Dreams