Arthur Rackham (1867-1939)
Arthur Rackham lived to draw:
Observe the dreamy things he saw
In his fey, fantastic brain—
Elves and fairies, sprites and trolls,
Giant birds, huge rabbit holes,
Yet the man himself seemed sane…
Modest, mousey, very plain.
Grey and green and burnished brown,
Embroidering an elf-queen’s gown,
Or the foggy English skies
Looming somber up above—
Moody colors children love
And their parents prize as well:
Rackham’s visionary spell..
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