Þú ert falleg

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
--- John Keats, La Belle Dame Sans Merci

All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.

The photograph is by Saga Sigurðardóttir, via Bertrand
back from a musical Icelandic "journey" of a sort
on sunday-mornings.fr