Love

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

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

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

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

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

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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

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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.