There was a poem I read a while back and it reminded me of monument valley. It’s called &ldquo

There was a poem I read a while back and it reminded me of monument valley. It’s called “the princess” by Alfred Tennyson. So I drew this.

“The princess”
Tears idle tears I know not what they mean
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes
In looking on the happy autumn-fields
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail
That brings our friends up from the underworld
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half awakened birds
To dieing ears, when unto dieing eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more

Dear as renember’d kisses after death
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love
Deep as first love and wild with all regret;
O death in life the days that are no more!