Bead and Wire Wrap Poetry

My Pretty Rose Tree

2011-12-27T09:32:00.000-08:00

My Pretty Rose Tree

by William Blake (1757-1827)

You can see more beads named for poems at Beadshaper Poetry Adornments

A flower was offered to me:

Such a flower as May never bore.

But I said "I've a Pretty Rose-tree",

And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree:

To tend her by day and by night.

But my Rose turn'd away with jealousy:

And her thorns were my only delight.

Hilaire Belloc

2011-12-04T15:04:00.000-08:00

Heroic Poem in Praise of Wine

by Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)

To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend,

To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend

Wine, true begetter of all arts that be;

Wine, privilege of the completely free;

Wine the recorder; wine the sagely strong;

Wine, bright avenger of sly-dealing wrong,

Awake, Ausonian Muse, and sing the vineyard song!

You can see the wine stopper pictured here as well as others at Beadshaper Wine Stoppers

Sweet Disorder

2011-11-22T23:32:00.000-08:00

Sweet Disorder
by Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

See beads and jewelry named for classic love poems at Beadshaper Bead Adornments

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction --
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher --
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly --
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat --
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility --
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.

How Do I Love Thee?

2011-11-02T08:20:00.000-07:00

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

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See this heart bead and others created by the Beadshaper at Beadshaper Hearts

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

A Magic Moment

2011-10-14T22:22:00.000-07:00

A Magic Moment I Remember

by Alexander Pushkin (1799-1837)
See this ring and others created by the Beadshaper at Rings.

A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there.
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare.

I pray to mute despair and anguish
To vain pursuits the world esteems,
Long did I near your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed- A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me,
No one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up- you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.

A Confession

2011-09-30T12:20:00.000-07:00

A Confession
by Agnes Louise Storrie (1865-1936)

You can purchase the necklace A Confession and other bead crochet necklaces at Bead Crochet

You did not know, - how could you, dear, -
How much you stood for? Life in you
Retained its touch of Eden dew,
And ever through the droughtiest year
My soul could bring her flagon here
And fill it to the brim with clear
Deep draughts of purity:
And time could never quench the flame
Of youth that lit me through your eyes,
And cozened winter from my skies
Through all the years that went and came.
You did not know I used your name
To conjure by, and still the same
I found its potency.
You did not know that, as a phial
May garner close through dust and gloom
The essence of a rich perfume,
Romance was garnered in your smile
And touched my thoughts with beauty, while
The poor world, wise with bitter guile,
Outlived its chivalry.
You did not know - our lives were laid
So far apart - that thus I drew
The sunshine of my days from you,
That by your joy my own was weighed
That thus my debts your sweetness paid,
And of my heart's deep silence made
A lovely melody.

Daisies

2011-09-19T08:20:00.000-07:00

This bead is named for the poem,
Daisies by Evaleen Stein (1863-1923)

You can read more about Fashion Flower Beads at Beadshaper

Daisies

At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.

And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the Moon will go;
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.

For, when at morning I arise,
There's not a star left in the skies;
She's picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.

Dear Chains

2011-09-03T08:48:00.000-07:00

This bead is named for the poem, Dear
Chains, by the Russian poet, Alexander Pushkin (1799-1837)

You can read more about the necklace at Beadshaper

Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel

With these dear chains, they don't demean.

The nightingale embushed in laurel,

The sylvan singers' feathered queen,

Does she not bear the same sweet plight?

Near the proud rose's beauty dwelling,

And with her tender anthems thrilling

The dusk of a voluptuous night.

You Smiled

2011-08-06T10:55:00.000-07:00

This bead is named for the poem, You Smiled,
by Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864).

You can read more about the bead at Beadshaper

Incidentally, The Beadshaper is presenting her work Saturday and Sunday, Aug 6 and 7, at Ayla's Originals in Evanston, Illinois.

You smiled, you spoke and I believed,
By every word and smile- deceived.

Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I- what I hoped before.

But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again!

The Lorelei

2011-06-18T16:01:00.000-07:00

This bead is named for the poem, The Lorelei,
by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)
You can read more about the bead at Beadshaper

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Or the meaning of my sadness...
There's a fairy-tail from times past
A lingering portion of my madness.

The air is cool as light recedes
And calmly flows the Rhine;
The peak of a nearby mountain glows
In the gloaming sun's shine.

Above a chaste woman sits
Radiant and quite unaware;
With golden jewelry flashing
She combs her golden hair.

She strokes it with a glittering comb,
As she toils a song's befalling.
A mysterious song, an enchanting air
With a melody enthralling.

Her lay is heard by the boatmen near
Who are seized with woe and pain
And tho' there are dangerous rocks nearby
To her visage and song they strain.

So, the boat is lost and the boatmen, too
Engulfed, I do imply
By the beautiful face and enticing strain,
The song of the Lorelei.

Song: to Celia

2011-05-16T17:07:00.000-07:00

by Ben Johnson (1572-1637)

Drink to me, only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's nectar sup
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be
But thou thereon didst only breath
And sent'st it back to me:
Since, when it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee

The Beadshaper offers a flamework glass fashion fish bead named for the first line of the poem at Beadshaper

She is One Girl

2011-05-08T15:32:00.000-07:00

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This lampwork glass focal bead is named for an ancient Egyptian poem written 3000 years ago by an unknown poet. You can read more about the bead at She is One Girl .
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She is one girl, there is no one like her.
She is more beautiful than any other.
Look, she is like a star goddess arising
at the beginning of a happy new year;
brilliantly white, bright skinned;
with beautiful eyes for looking,
with sweet lips for speaking;
she has not one phrase too many.
With a long neck and white breast,
her hair of genuine lapis lazuli;
her arm more brilliant than gold;
her fingers like lotus flowers,
with heavy buttocks and girt waist.
Her thighs offer her beauty,
with a brisk step she treads on ground.
She has captured my heart in her embrace.
She makes all men turn their necks
to look at her.
One looks at her passing by,
this one, the unique one.

Without Warning

2011-05-08T14:33:00.000-07:00

Without Warning is a blue heart shaped glass bead with silver foil named for a love poem by the ancient Greek poet, Sappho.
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Without warning
as a whirlwind
swoops on an oak
Love shakes my heart

A Song of Love

2011-04-24T21:14:00.000-07:00

A Song Of Love
by Sidney Lanier (1842 - 1881)

You can see more information about this handcrafted lampwork glass bead at Song of Love .

Hey, rose, just born
Twin to a thorn;
Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn?

Sweet eyes that smiled,
Now wet and wild:
O Eye and Tear- mother and child.

Well: Love and Pain
Be kinfolks twain;
Yet would, Oh would I could Love again.

Beautiful Dreamer

2011-04-15T23:02:00.000-07:00

Beautiful Dreamer

by Stephen Foster
(1826- 1864)

The Beadshaper handcrafted glass bead named after this poem can be found at Beadshaper

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,

Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;

Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,

Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd a way!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,

List while I woo thee with soft melody;

Gone are the cares of life's busy throng, --

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea

Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;

Over the streamlet vapors are borne,

Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,

E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;

Then will all clouds of sorrow depart, --

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

The Fish

2011-03-21T00:25:00.000-07:00

The Fish

by William Butler Yeats 1865-1939
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Although you hide in the ebb and flow

Of the pale tide when the moon has set,

The people of coming days will know

About the casting out of my net,

And how you have leaped times out of mind

Over the little silver cords,

And think that you were hard and unkind,

And blame you with many bitter words.
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You can see this fish bead and other poetry beads at Poetry Beads and other fish beads at Fashion Fish

Desire

2011-01-31T20:34:00.000-08:00

Here is poem of the heart for Valentine Day.

Desire

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)

There are many heart shaped beads that would make unique Valentine Day gifts at http://www.beadshaper.com/

Where true Love burns

Desire is Love's pure flame;

It is the reflex of our earthly frame,

That takes its meaning from the nobler part,

And but translates the language of the heart.

Evening Song

2011-01-17T08:14:00.000-08:00

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Evening Song
by Sidney Lanier (1842 -1881)
You can find the handcrafted lampwork glass bead named after this poem at http://www.beadshaper.com/
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Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,

And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea;

How long they kiss in sight of all the lands,

Ah! longer, longer we.

Now, in the sea's red vintage melts the sun

As Egypt's pearl dissolved in rosy wine

And Cleopatra-night drinks all- 'tis done,

Love, lay thine hand in mine.

Come forth, sweet stars, and comfort heaven's heart,

Glimmer, ye waves, 'round else unlighted sands;

Oh night! divorce our sun and sky apart-

Never our lips, our hands

Song of Songs

2011-01-01T22:39:00.000-08:00

From the Song of Songs

by King Solomon (970 - 928 BC)

You can find the handcrafted lampwork glass bead named after this poem at http://www.beadshaper.com/

The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:

for thy love is better than wine.

Because of the savor of thy good ointments

thy name is as ointment poured forth,

therefore do the virgins love thee.

She Was a Phantom of Delight

2010-11-26T21:46:00.001-08:00

She Was a Phantom of Delight

by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

You can find the handcrafted lampwork glass bead named after this poem at http://www.beadshaper.com/

SHE was a Phantom of delight

When first she gleam'd upon my sight;

A lovely Apparition, sent

To be a moment's ornament:

Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;

Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;

But all things else about her drawn

From May-time and the cheerful dawn;

A dancing shape, an image gay,

To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

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I saw her upon nearer view,

A Spirit, yet a Woman too!

Her household motions light and free,

And steps of virgin liberty;

A countenance in which did meet

Sweet records, promises as sweet;

A creature not too bright or good

For human nature's daily food,

For transient sorrows, simple wiles,

Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

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And now I see with eye serene

The very pulse of the machine;

A being breathing thoughtful breath,

A traveller between life and death:

The reason firm, the temperate will,

Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;

A perfect Woman, nobly plann'd

To warn, to comfort, and command;

And yet a Spirit still, and bright

With something of an angel light.

Hope

2010-11-07T20:58:00.000-08:00

Hope

by Emily Jane Bronte
1818 - 1848
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You can find the handcrafted lampwork glass bead named after this poem at http://www.beadshaper.com/
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Hope was but a timid friend;
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tend,
Even as selfish-hearted men.
She was cruel in her fear;
Through the bars one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away!
Like a false guard, false watch keeping,
Still, in strife, she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping;
If I listened, she would cease.
False she was, and unrelenting;
When my last joys strewed the ground,
Even Sorrow saw, repenting,
Those sad relics scattered round;
Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain,
Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
Went, and ne'er returned again!

Life

2010-10-01T22:06:00.000-07:00

Life by Charlotte Bronte (1816 - 1855)

You can find the handcrafted lampwork glass bead named after this poem at http://www.beadshaper.com/

Life, believe, is not a dream

So dark as sages say;

Oft a little morning rain

Foretells a pleasant day.

Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,

But these are transient all;

If the shower will make the roses bloom,

O why lament its fall?

Rapidly, merrily,

Life's sunny hours flit by,

Gratefully, cheerily

Enjoy them as they fly!

What though Death at times steps in,

And calls our Best away?

What though sorrow seems to win,

O'er hope, a heavy sway?

Yet Hope again elastic springs,

Unconquered, though she fell;

Still buoyant are her golden wings,

Still strong to bear us well.

Manfully, fearlessly,

The day of trial bear,

For gloriously, victoriously,

Can courage quell despair!

If Thou Must Love Me

2010-09-25T23:24:00.000-07:00

This colorful handcrafted focal bead named for the poem, "If thou must love me" in Sonnets from the Portuguese XIV by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, can be found in the Gallery of the Beadshaper's web site, http://www.beadshaper.com/

If thou must love me, let it be for nought

Except for love's sake only.

Do not say

'I love her for her smile--her look--her way

Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought

That falls in well with mine, and certes brought

A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'--

For these things in themselves,

Beloved, may

Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,

May be unwrought so.

Neither love me for

Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--

A creature might forget to weep, who bore

Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby !

But love me for love's sake, that evermore

Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.

Farewell to Love

2010-08-30T20:12:00.000-07:00

Farewell to Love

by Michael Drayton (1563-1631)

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Since there's not help, come let us kiss and part;

Nay, I am done, you get no more of me;

And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,

That thus so cleanly I myself can free;

Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,

And when we meet at any time again,

Be it not seen in either of our brows

That we, one jot of former love retain.

Now, at the last gasp of love's latest breath,

When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies,

When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,

And innocence is closing up his eyes,

Now, if thou woulds't, when all have given him over,

From death to life

Thou might'st him yet recover.

Garden of Love

2010-07-07T21:53:00.000-07:00

Garden of Love by William Blake (1757-1827).

Click Garden of Love for further information about this handcrafted lampwork glass floral pendant named for the poem.

I laid me down upon a bank,

Where Love lay sleeping;

I heard among the rushes dank

Weeping, weeping.

Then I went to the heath and the wild,

To the thistles and thorns of the waste;

And they told me how they were beguiled,

Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.

I went to the Garden of Love,

And saw what I never had seen;

A Chapel was built in the midst,

Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut

And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;

So I turned to the Garden of Love

That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,

And tombstones where flowers should be;

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,

And binding with briars my joys and desires.

i carry your heart

2010-02-22T22:11:00.000-08:00

i carry your heart
by EE Cummings (1894-1962)
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Click Beadshaper Gallery for further information about this heart shaped lampwork glass bead named for the poem.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Because She Would Me Ask Why I Loved Her

2010-01-28T12:44:00.000-08:00

Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her

by Christopher Brennan 1870-1932

Click Beadshaper Gallery for further information about this bracelet named for the poem.

If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;

If all our tale were told in speech

No mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal flesh

And love not found in hearts of flesh

No aching breasts would yearn to meet

And find their ecstacy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows

The secret powers by which he grows?

Were knowledge all, what were our need

To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Then seek not, sweet, the "If " and "Why"

I love you now until I die

For I must love because I live

And life in me is what you give.

Life in a Love

2009-12-26T22:21:00.000-08:00

This elegant tabular shaped handcrafted lampwork glass focal bead is named for the poem, Life in a Love by Robert Browning (1812–1889) To read more about the pendant, see Beadshaper Gallery
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Escape me?
Never—Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear—
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed—
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed!

There is a Lady Sweet and Kind

2009-12-13T22:42:00.000-08:00

This elegant beautiful pink and grey lentil shaped handcrafted glass pendant bead is named for the poem, There is a Lady Sweet and Kind by Thomas Ford (1580-1648) To read more about the pendant, see Beadshaper Gallery

There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never a face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I'll love her till I die.
Her gesture, motion, and her smiles,
Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles,
Beguiles my heart,
I know not why,
And yet I'll love her till I die.
Cupid is winged and he doth range,
Her country, so, my love doth change:
But change she earth, or change she sky,
Yet, I will love her till I die.

Wild Nights

2009-11-03T21:59:00.001-08:00

So you thought that erotic thoughts did not exist in the 19th Century.

This sterling silver bracelet featuring handcrafted lampwork black glass beads is named for the poem, Wild Nights by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886).
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To see more of the Beadshaper's work, click Beadshaper

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Wild nights.
Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port
Done with the compass
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden.
Ah, the sea.
Might I but moor
Tonight with thee!

To My Dear and Loving Husband

2009-10-21T21:44:00.000-07:00

To My Dear and Loving Husband
by Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672)
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This pendant bead is named after a poem by Anne Bradstreet, a Puritan housewife who lived in New England in the 1600s, educated herself in various subjects, and wrote poetry although she lived in a community that frowned on educated women.

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more then whole
Mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

For details about the pendant and other creations by the Beadshaper, see Beadshaper's Gallery

I Love Thee

2009-09-16T22:41:00.000-07:00

This fashion bracelet featuring handcrafted lampwork glass beads is named for the poem, I Love Thee, by Eliza Acton, 1799-1859. See Bracelets in the Beadshaper Gallery.

I love thee, as I love the calm
Of sweet, star-lighted hours!
I love thee, as I love the balm
Of early jes'mine flow'rs.
I love thee, as I love the last
Rich smile of fading day,
Which lingereth, like the look we cast,
On rapture pass'd away.
I love thee as I love the tone
Of some soft-breathing flute
Whose soul is wak'd for me alone,
When all beside is mute.
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I love thee as I love the first
Young violet of the spring;
Or the pale lily, April-nurs'd,
To scented blossoming.
I love thee, as I love the full,
Clear gushings of the song,
Which lonely--sad--and beautiful--
At night-fall floats along,
Pour'd by the bul-bul forth to greet
The hours of rest and dew;
When melody and moonlight meet
To blend their charm, and hue.
I love thee, as the glad bird loves
The freedom of its wing,
On which delightedly it moves
In wildest wandering.
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I love thee as I love the swell,
And hush, of some low strain,
Which bringeth, by its gentle spell,
The past to life again.
Such is the feeling which from thee
Nought earthly can allure:
'Tis ever link'd to all I see
Of gifted--high--and pure!

Meeting at Night

2009-08-29T17:05:00.000-07:00

This set of handmade lampwork black glass beads with white pokkadots is named for the poem, Meeting at Night, by Robert Browning (1812-1889).

See Bead Sets in the Beadshaper Gallery.

The grey sea and the long black land;

And the yellow half-moon large and low;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,

Than the two hearts beating each to each!

La Vita Nuova

2009-08-13T21:00:00.000-07:00

This handmade lampwork colorful earth tone glass pendant bead is named for the poem, La Vita Nuova by the medieval Italian poet Dante Alighieri (1265-1321) It can be the focal point of your necklace. Just pass a fine silver chain or a fine cord through the hole that runs the length of the bead.

You can purchase this exciting focal pendant bead by going to http://www.beadshaper.com/gallery and then clicking Pendants.

La Vita Nuova

In that book which is

My memory . . .

On the first page

That is the chapter when

I first met you

Appear the words . . .

Here begins a new life

First Love

2009-07-26T08:19:00.000-07:00

This exciting fun necklace is named for the poem, First Love by John Clare (1793-1864). This necklace is great for the summer or anytime of year.

I ne'er was struck before that hour

With love so sudden and so sweet.

Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower

And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.

My legs refused to walk away,

And when she looked what could I ail

My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face

And took my eyesight quite away.

The trees and bushes round the place

Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,

Words from my eyes did start.

They spoke as chords do from the string,

And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice

Is love's bed always snow

She seemed to hear my silent voice

Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face

As that I stood before.

My heart has left its dwelling place

And can return no more

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I Love Thee

2009-04-20T06:11:00.000-07:00

The Poetry Piece for the month of May is a handcrafted bracelet named for the poem, I Love Thee by Eliza Acton (1799-1859). The bracelet is located in the Beadshaper's Boutique on the second floor of the Andersonville Galleria at 5247 N Clark Street in Chicago.

To see more of the Beadshaper's work, click Beadshaper . If you don't live near Chicago and don't plan to visit soon, the Beadshaper can make a similar bracelet for you (never exactly the same because it is hand made). You can contact her through the Beadshaper web site by clicking Contact

I Love Thee
I love thee, as I love the calm
Of sweet, star-lighted hours!
I love thee, as I love the balm
Of early jes'mine flow'rs.
I love thee, as I love the last
Rich smile of fading day,
Which lingereth, like the look we cast,
On rapture pass'd away.
I love thee as I love the tone
Of some soft-breathing flute
Whose soul is wak'd for me alone,
When all beside is mute.

I love thee as I love the first
Young violet of the spring;
Or the pale lily, April-nurs'd,
To scented blossoming.
I love thee, as I love the full,
Clear gushings of the song,
Which lonely--sad--and beautiful--
At night-fall floats along,
Pour'd by the bul-bul forth to greet
The hours of rest and dew;
When melody and moonlight meet
To blend their charm, and hue.
I love thee, as the glad bird loves
The freedom of its wing,
On which delightedly it moves
In wildest wandering.

I love thee as I love the swell,
And hush, of some low strain,
Which bringeth, by its gentle spell,
The past to life again.
Such is the feeling which from thee
Nought earthly can allure:
'Tis ever link'd to all I see
Of gifted--high--and pure!

Love Not Me

2009-03-24T22:50:00.000-07:00

The Poetry Piece for the month of April is a handcrafted purple and cream glass pendant bead with a silver bale named for the poem, Love Not Me by John Wilbye (1574 - 1638). This pendant is featured in the Beadshaper's new Bead, Pendant, and Wirewrap Jewelry Boutique in the Andersonville Galleria at 5247 N Clark Street in Chicago, Illinois. If you live in the Chicago area, please stop by.
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Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part:
No, nor for a constant heart!
For these may fail or turn to ill:
Should thou and I sever.
Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,
And love me still, but know not why!
So hast thou the same reason still
To dote upon me ever.

My Suburban Girl

2009-02-17T22:19:00.000-08:00

The Poetry Piece for the month of March is a handcrafted transparent lavender glass pendant bead with white accents and a silver bale named for the poem, My Suburban Girl by Samuel Alfred Beadle (1857-1932)
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I know a sweet suburban girl,
She's witty, bright and brief;
With dimples in her cheeks; and pearl
In rubies set, for teeth.
Beneath her glossy raven hair
There beams the hazel eye,
Bright as the star of evening there
Where the yellow sunbeams die.
Her breath is like a flower blown,
In fragrance and perfume;
Her voice seems from the blissful throne
Where their harps the angels tune.
Her waist is just a trifle more
Than a cubit in its girth;
But when there my arms I throw,
I've all there is of earth.
And when she turns her dimpled cheek
Toward me for a kiss,
I lose expression—cannot speak—
And take all there is of bliss.

Song of Secret Love

2008-12-21T07:30:00.000-08:00

The Poetry Piece for the month of January is a glass beaded bracelet named for the poem, Song of Secret Love, by John Clare (1793-1864).

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I hid my love when young while I

Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly

I hid my love to my despite

Till I could not bear to look at light

I dare not gaze upon her face

But left her memory in each place

Where ere I saw a wild flower lie

I kissed and bade my love goodbye

I met her in the greenest dells

Where dew drops pearl the wood bluebells

The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye

The bee kissed and went singing by

A sunbeam found a passage there

A gold chain round her neck so fair

As secret as the wild bee's song

She lay there all the summer long

I hid my love in field and town

Till e'en the breeze would knock me down

The bees seemed singing ballads l'er

The fly's buss turned a Lion's roar

And even silence found a tongue

To haunt me all the summer long

The riddle nature could not prove

Was nothing else but secret love

Longing

2008-11-28T21:02:00.000-08:00

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper
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The Poetry Piece for the month of December is a glass pendant necklace named for the poem, Life in a Love, by Matthew Arnold (1822 1888). To see more pendants click Pendants

Longing

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me.
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth.
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say My love! why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Life in a Love

2008-10-20T07:20:00.000-07:00

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper

The Poetry Piece for the month of November is a glass pendant necklace named for the poem, Life in a Love, by Robert Browning (1812-1889). To see more pendants click Pendants

Life in a Love

Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear—
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed—
But what if I fail of my purpose here?

It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed!

She Walks in Beauty

2008-09-21T09:21:00.000-07:00

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper.

The Poetry Piece for the month of October is a glass pendant necklace named for the poem, She Walks in Beauty, by Lord Byron (1788-1824). It can be found in the Beadshaper's case at the Bella Bazaar at the corner of Pacific Coast Highway and Blue Lantern Street in Dana Point, California.To see more pendants click Pendants.

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!!

Hydrangeas

2008-08-18T10:13:00.000-07:00

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. The Poetry Piece for the month of September is a white pendant bead accented with green vines and blue flowers named for Carl Sandburg's poem, Hydrangeas. This continues the Carl Sandburg series in honor of the opening of the Beadshaper's booth in the Andersonville Galleria at 5247 North Clark Street in Chicago this October. Carl Sandburg (1878-1967) was born in Illinois and wrote much of his poetry when he lived in the Chicago area. This necklace will be available at the Beadshaper's new booth in the Andersonville Galleria at 5247 North Clark Street in Chicago starting in the Spring of 2009. Please visit if you live in the Chicago area or plan to travel there.
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DRAGOONS, I tell you the white hydrangeas
turn rust and go soon.
Already mid September a line of brown runs
over them.
One sunset after another tracks the faces, the
petals.
Waiting, they look over the fence for what
way they go.

Dream Girl

2008-07-23T21:34:00.000-07:00

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper. The Poetry Piece for the month of August is a copper necklace with flamework glass beads named for the poem, Dream Girl, by the Chicago poet, Carl Sandburg (1878-1967).
This necklace will be available at the Beadshaper's new booth in the Andersonville Galleria at 5247 North Clark Street in Chicago starting in the Spring of 2009. Please visit if you live in the Chicago area or plan to travel there.

DREAM GIRL
YOU will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun will be on your skin,
The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,
You will pose with a hill-flower grace.
You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,
A poise of the head no sculptor has caught
And nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,
Your face in a pass-and-repass of moods
As many as skies in delicate change
Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun.
Yet,
You may not come,
O girl of a dream,
We may but pass as the world goes by
And take from a look of eyes into eyes,
A film of hope and a memoried day.

Love

2008-06-15T08:32:00.000-07:00

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper. The Poetry Piece for the month of July is a glass pendant bead named for the poem, Love, by George Herbert (1593-1633). To see more pendants click Pendants.

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lacked anything.

'A guest', I answered, 'worthy to be here.'
Love said, 'You shall be he.'
'I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee.'
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
'Who made the eyes but I.'

'Truth, Lord, but I have marred them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.'
'And know you not', says Love, 'who bore the blame?'
'My dear, then I will serve.'
'You must sit down and taste my meat.'
So I did sit and eat.

In Youth is Pleasure

2008-05-13T21:25:00.000-07:00

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper. The Poetry Piece for the month of June is a pink and turquoise glass pendant bead named for the poem, In Youth is Pleasure, by Robert Wever (c. 1550). To see more pendants click Pendants.

In a Herber green, asleep where I lay,
The birds sang sweet in the mids of the day;
I dreamed fast of mirth and play.
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

Methink I walked still to and fro,
And from her company could not go;
But when I waked it was not so.
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

Therefore my heart is purely pight
Of her alone to have a sight,
Which is my joy and heart's delight.
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

Overheard on a Salt Marsh

2008-04-21T17:45:00.000-07:00

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper. The Poetry Piece for the month of May is a set of handcrafted flamework green glass beads with dichroic accents named for the poem, Overheard on a Salt Marsh, by Harold Munro (1879-1932). To see the beads click Beads

Nymph,nymph, what are your beads?
Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?

Give them me.
No.

Then I will howl all night in the reeds,
Lie in the mud and howl for them.

Goblin, why do you love them so?

They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.

Hush, I stole them out of the moon.

Give me your beads, I desire them so.
Give them me. Give them.

No.

The Ecstasy

2008-03-24T21:56:00.000-07:00

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper .The Poetry Piece for the month of April is a necklace named for the poem, The Ecstasy, by John Donne (1572-1631)

Where like a pillow on a bed,
A pregnant bank swelled up to rest
The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.

Our hands were firmly cemented
With a fast balm, which thence did spring;
Our eye beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string;

So to entergraft our hands, as yet
Was all our means to make us one,
And pictures on our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.

And if some lover, such as we,
Have heard this dialogue of one,
Let him mark us, he shall see
Small change, when we're to bodies gone.

Ruddier Than The Cherry

2008-02-21T23:04:00.000-08:00

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper .The Poetry Piece for the month of March is a necklace named for the poem, Ruddier than the Cherry, by John Gay (1685-1732)

O ruddier than the cherry,
O sweeter than the berry,
O Nymph more bright
Than moonshine night
Like kidlings blithe and merry.
Ripe as the melting cluster,
No lily has such lustre,
Yet hard to tame,
As raging flame,
And fierce as storms that bluster.

Aubade

2008-01-08T20:23:00.000-08:00

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper .

The Poetry Piece for the month of February is a necklace named for the poem, Aubade, by Sir William Davenant (1606-1668)

The lark now leaves his watery nest,
And climbing shakes his dewy wings.
He takes this window for the East,
And to implore your light he sings-
Awake, awake! the morn will never rise
Till she can dress her empty beauty at your eyes.

The merchant bows unto the seaman's star,
The ploughman from the sun his season takes;
But still the lover wonders what they are
Who look for day before his mistress wakes.
Awake, awake! break through your veils of lawn!
Then draw your curtains, and begin the dawn!

The Fair Singer

2008-01-05T22:13:00.000-08:00

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper .

The Poetry Piece for the month of March is a bracelet named for the poem, the Fair Singer by Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)

To make a final conquest of all me,
Love did compose so sweet an enemy,
In whom both beauties to my death agree,
Joining themselves in fatal harmony;
That while she with her eye my heart does bind,
She with her voice might captivate my mind.

I could have fled from one but singly fair:
My disentangled soul itself might save,
Breaking the curled trammels of her hair.
But how should I avoid to be her slave,
Whose subtle art invisibly can wreath
My fetters of the very air I breath?

It had been easy fighting in some plain,
Where victory might hang in equal choice;
But all resistance against her is in vain,
Who has the advantage both of eyes and voice;
And all my forces needs must be undone,
She having gained both the wind and sun.

Love in Fantastic Triumph

2007-12-18T11:02:00.000-08:00

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper . The Poetry Piece for the month of January is named for a poem by Aphra Behn.

A Song by Aphra Behn (1640-1689)

Love in fantastic triumph sate
Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed,
For whom fresh pains he did create
And strange tyrranic power he showed:

From thy bright eye he took his fires,
Which round about in sport he hurled;
But 'twas from mine he took desires
Enough to undo the amorous world.

From me he took his sighs and tears,
From thee his pride and cruelty;
From me his languishment and fears,
And every killing dart from thee.
Thus thou and I the god have armed
And set him up a deity;
But my poor heart alone is harmed,
Whilst thine the victor is, and free!

The Lady Sings

2007-10-24T20:59:00.001-07:00

This is the archive for Jewelry Poetry on the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper .

The following poem is the one for the month of December, 2007

The Lady Sings
by John Milton
1608-1674

Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
Within thy airy shell
By slow Meander's margent green,
And in the violet-embroidered vale
Where the lovelorn nightingale
Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well:
Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair
That likest thy Narcissus are?
O if thou have
Hid them in some flowery cave,
Tell me but where,
Sweet queen of parley, daughter of the sphere;
So mayst thou be translated to the skies,
And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies.

A Wish

2007-10-16T08:38:00.000-07:00

This is the archive for the Jewelry Poetry Page of the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper .
The following poem is the one for the month of November, 2007

A Wish

by Samuel Rogers (1763-1855)

Mine be a cot beside the hill;
A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear;
A willowy brook, that turns a mill,
With many a fall shall linger near.

The swallow oft beneath my thatch
Shall twitter from her clay-built nest;
Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch
And share my meal, a welcome guest.

Around my ivied porch shall spring
Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew;
And Lucy at her wheel shall sing
In russet gown and apron blue.

The village church among the trees,
Where first our marriage vows were given,
With merry peals shall swell the breeze
And point with taper spire to Heaven.

Eternity

2007-09-24T07:04:00.001-07:00

This is the archive for the Jewelry Poetry Page of the Beadshaper web site. To see the Beadshaper site, please click Beadshaper .

The following poem is the one for the month of October, 2007

Eternity

by William Blake 1757-1827

He who bends to himself a joy

Does the winged life destroy;

But he who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in eternity's sunrise.

Walsingham

2007-08-31T08:36:00.001-07:00

Walsingham
by Sir Walter Raleigh

'As you came from the holy land
Of Walsingham,
Met you not with my true love
By the way as you came?'

'How shall I know your true love,
That have met many one
As I went to the holy land,
That have come, that have gone?'

'She is neither white nor brown,
But as the heavens fair,
There is none hath a form so divine
In the earth or the air.'

'Such an one did I meet, good Sir,
Such an angelic face,
Who like a queen, like a nymph did appear
By her gait, by her grace.'

'She hath left me here all alone,
All alone as unknow,
Who sometimes did me lead with herself,
And loved me as her own.'

'What's the the cause that she leaves you alone
And a new way doth take,
Who loved you once as her own
And her joy did you make?'

'I have loved her all my youth,
But now old as you see,
Love like not the falling fruit
From the withered tree.

'Know that Love is a careless child,
And forgets promise past;
He is blind, he is deaf when he list
And in faith never fast.

'His desire is a dureless content
And a trustless joy;
He is won with a world of despair
And is lost with a toy.

'Of womenkind such indeed is the love
Or the world have abused,
Under which many childish desires
And conceits are excused.

'But true love is a durable fire
In the mind ever burning;
Never sick, never old, never dead,
From itself never turning.'

Love Still Has Something of the Sea

2007-08-30T23:15:00.000-07:00

Love Still Has Something of the Sea
by Sir Charles Sedley (1639-1701)

Love still has something of the sea,
From whence his mother rose;
No time his slaves from Doubt can free,
Nor give their thoughts repose;

They are becalmed in clearest days,
And in rough whether tost;
They wither under cold delays,
Or are in tempests lost.

One while they seem to touch the port,
Then straighten into the main,
Some angry wind in cruel sport
The vessel drives again.

At first Disdain and Pride they fear,
Which if they chance to 'scape,
Rivals and Falsehood soon appear
In a more dreadful shape.

By such degees to Joy they come,
And are so long withstood,
So slowly they receive the sum,
It hardly does them good.

'Tis cruel to prolong a pain,
And to defer a joy,
Believe me, gentle Celemene,
Offends the winged Boy.

An hundred thousand oaths your fears
Perhaps would not remove;
And if I gazed a thousand years
I could no deeper love.

The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd

2007-07-14T07:37:00.000-07:00

The Nymph’s Reply to the Sheperd
By Sir Walter Raleigh (1552-1618)

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every sheperd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrows fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy bed of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.

But could youth last and love still breed,
Had joys no date nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love.

To a Summer Day

2007-06-28T07:42:00.000-07:00

To a Summers Day

Sonnet # 18 by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breath, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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Thou Blind Fool, Love

2007-05-24T22:40:00.001-07:00

This is the archive for the Jewelry Poetry Page of the Beadshaper web site. Every month a piece of jewelry on the Beadshaper site is named after a classic poem.

To see the Beadshaper site, please click http://www.beadshaper.com/ . The following poem was the one for the month of May 2007.

Thou Blind Fool, Love
Sonnet CXXXVII
By William Shakespeare

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
That they behold, and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor’d in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eye’s falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgement of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart think that a several plot
Which my heart knows the wide world’s common place?
Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not,
To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
And to this false plague are they now transferred.

Love Bade Me Welcome

2007-05-16T00:18:00.000-07:00

This is the archive for the Jewelry Poetry Page of the Beadshaper web site. Every month a piece of jewelry on the Beadshaper site is named after a classic poem. To see the Beadshaper site, please click http://www.beadshaper.com/ . The following poem was the one for the month of April, 2007.

Love Bade Me Welcome
by George Herbert ( 1593-1633)

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lacked any thing.
“A guest” I answered, “worthy to be here”;
Love said, “You shall be he.”
“I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,
I cannot look on Thee.”
Love took my hand, and smilingly did reply,
“Who made the eyes but I?”
“Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.”
“And know you not,” says Love, “who bore the blame?
“My dear, then I will serve.”
“You must sit down, says Love, “and taste my meat.”
So did I sit and eat.

Love is Too Young

2007-05-16T00:06:00.000-07:00

This is the archive for the Jewelry Poetry Page of the Beadshaper web site. Every month a piece of jewelry on the Beadshaper site is named after a classic poem. To see the Beadshaper site, please click www.beadshaper.com . The following poem was the one for the month of March, 2007.

Love is Too Young

Sonnet CLI (151)
By William Shakespeare

Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove;
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body’s treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her ‘love’ for whose dear love I rise and fall.