7.9x4.7 in ~ Drawing, Chalk, Charcoal, Pastel
“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again...
Oil pastels, chalk and charcoal on paper
Coated with a layer of satin varnish
Signed on the back
Reproductions, Canvas prints, Metal Print