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"How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier,
As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,
And drops to perfection's remembrance a tear;
When floods of despair down his pale cheeks are streaming,
When no blissful hope on his bosom is beaming,
Or, if lulled for a while, soon he starts from his dreaming,
And finds torn the soft ties to affection so dear.
Ah, when shall day dawn on the night of the grave,
Or summer succeed to the winter of death?
Rest awhle, hapless victim! and Heaven will save
The spirit that hath faded away with the breath.
Eternity points, in its amaranth bower
Where no clouds of fate o'er the sweet prospect lour,
Unspeakable pleasure, of goodness the dower,
When woe fades away like the mist of the heath."

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Done in PS, approximately 5 hours. With some digital paint also.

With thanks to the following links for stock and refs.

http://wolfc-stock.deviantart.com/art/159-dead-bird-38541240
http://rose-stock.deviantart.com/art/XVI-6551675
http://della-stock.deviantart.com/art/Black-Bird-31435687
http://annerirestock.deviantart.com/
http://shoofly-stock.deviantart.com/art/Crow-Stock-4-44029865
http://mjranum-stock.deviantart.com/
http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs16/f/2007/225/0/8/Lake_8_by_Ayelie_stock.jpg