Broken-down

Natalia... Beautiful Natalia. The flowing beauty of her creativeness. I hope this poem by Ann Radcliffe from the 1700s describe the full spectrum of how much Natalia's works mean to me. Her hard work and determination to give to the world the uniqueness that is Natalia is a gift all its own.

To the Visions of Fancy.

"Dear, wild illusions of creative mind!
Whose varying hues arise to Fancy's art,
And by her magic force are swift combin'd
In forms that please, and scenes that touch the heart:
Oh! whether at her voice ye soft assume
The pensive grace of sorrow drooping low;
Or rise sublime on terror's lofty plume,
And shake the soul with wildly thrilling woe;
Or, sweetly bright, your gayer tints ye spread,
Bid scenes of pleasure steal upon my view,
Love wave his purple pinions o'er my head,
And wake the tender thought to passion true;
O! still--ye shadowy forms! attend my lonely hours,
Still chase my real cares with your illusive powers!"





For the beautiful woman Natalia.