Meeting at Night

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

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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

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.

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La Vita Nuova

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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

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.

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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

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

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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

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

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

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