Shelley words and artsy globe....

This little artsy globe, which we sent to my step-daughter last month, is my share for Day #104 of the 365 Days of Art. 

Thought for today: 

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory - 
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, 
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on. 

(Shelley, One Word is too often Profaned, 1821)