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.
Ships in 10 days.
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 honey heart.
Surrounded by stars.
Double bed of silver sheet.
Hand sawn honey comb pattern. Adorned with faceted genuine citrine gemstone.
Comes on a chain.
Perfect soft patina finish. Looks nice layered with other necklaces. :)