Lights of the Meadow

Today I saw the dragon-fly
Come from the wells where he did lie.

An inner impulse rent the veil
of his old husk:
From head to tail
came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;

Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew
a living flash of light he flew.
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Vintaj Natural Brass filigrees, freshwater pearls, czech fire polished glass and a green vitral glass focal with a golden dragonfly.
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