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.

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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

Longing

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

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

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!!