The Beekeeper Saddle Ring

Joy and Pleasure 

(William Henry Davies)


Now, joy is born of parents poor, 
And pleasure of our richer kind; 
Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing 
As sweet a song as joy confined.


Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day 
And dances by false glare at night; 
But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves 
To spread its wings in Nature's light.


Joy's like a Bee that gently sucks 
Away on blossoms its sweet hour; 
But pleasure's like a greedy Wasp, 
That plums and cherries would devour.


Joy's like a Lark that lives alone, 
Whose ties are very strong, though few; 
But Pleasure like a Cuckoo roams, 
Makes much acquaintance, no friends true.


Joy from her heart doth sing at home, 
With little care if others hear; 
But pleasure then is cold and dumb, 
And sings and laughs with strangers near.

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Totally handmade, every tiny detail, every bit made with love! Every animal, every bug I create has it's own character and soul. 

Detailed Honey Bee. To protect you and guide you. 

She rests on a dripping honeycomb.

Surrounded by stars. 

Adorned with genuine Citrine gemstone. 

Please send me an email to lilyblonde811@gmail.com with your true size. 

Perfect soft patina finish with shiny accents. 

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Looooove,
L.