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Still of the Moonlight by Meg Lewer

Comes with professional framing and certificate of authenticity.

Most of my paintings are inspired by a poem from one of my many poetry books.
With the moon hanging low and the old Inn in the background, I chose this one by Alfred Noyes, 1887

“In the still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.”

Still Of The Moonlight

Meg Lewer

AUD$1,580
Size: 60w x 60h x 2d cms
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Still of the Moonlight by Meg Lewer

Comes with professional framing and certificate of authenticity.

Most of my paintings are inspired by a poem from one of my many poetry books.
With the moon hanging low and the old Inn in the background, I chose this one by Alfred Noyes, 1887

“In the still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.”

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